[Verse 1: Maed My Guy]
Gang shit, I don't play bitch
Forgot your type of way, but I stay rich
Pitch off appeal, I stay real
Stay hydrated, rarely skip a meal
Do better, feel better, be better, cool
Ride for my guys, got backs, my crew
What you need, call, I'm that dude
Trademark this shit? Nah, that's rude
Unless this boy turn Taylor Swift
Doubtful, I know what torture is
Jams up, I got fans up
Blue brick in my pocket, gettin' bands up
Fifty mgs got this lamb up
Three days wake with no drugs but
Now little orange cake about to lift me up
So in it now, no fucking around
Cold. Finished. Red
Homie got 'em dead
Like a knife in a back or your name on a map
This all came outta your head
Where is your squad? Oh, they bitched?
Fuck, you know what I have on deck for this?
I got a handrail made to murder dicks
Along with every other bitch that say some shit
Cross my heart, I'm onto mine
Found what I needed, plenty enough this time
Thought I knew every place to cram your love
But didn't think to find it in a fucking hug
Too little, too much, is it too late?
Be the fucking death of me before I'm out the gate
Once you feel okay, homie, don't ever quit
Because the moment you stop moving, you'll fucking lose it
[Hook]
Got your back bitch
1 hundred 1 hunna 1 hunna
Got mine or don't, no time for stuntin'
Take this from me, take this from me
Bitch you gotta hang this on me
Ball or don't, the game keep runnin'
1 hundred 1 hunna 1 hunna
Take this from me, take this from me
Bitch you gonna hang this on me?
Your back, bitch?
1 hundred 1 hunna 1 hunna
Got mine or don't, no time for stuntin'
Take this from me, take this from me
Bitch you gotta hang this on me
Ball or don't, the game keep runnin'
1 hundred 1 hunna 1 hunna
Take this from me, take this from me
Bitch you gonna hang this on me?
[Verse 2: Little Puck]
Last year pussy DMT, Mickey D's
This year taste like Dasani, Nike, aesthetically
Feelin real? Good. Great deal? Understood
Shoutout your squad they done a good job
Gotta be each other's mob paparazzi
Hey pretty fuck-up in mornings, softly
Hope it's enough I feel you, you feel me
Every day we been alive Beyonce also been
Willow and Jaden got me feelin' like Amen
High with Walt Jr. kiss him on the cheek then
Hutch a moment precious from SkyMall magazine
You starry-eyed, in a Hubble way bitch
Rainbow road runnin' on hyperdrive switch
Frontin like kiddy trophies you win
Get you to the moon back round again
What you think I don't see you stuntin'
Don't play game, but I see you runnin'
From sun to sun like it ain't new nothing
You here now going to fuckin' learn something
Done math on what you think is cute
Difference between what you say and do
Everybody a cop on the low, bet
Hold a luau now inside your head
Floor it 'til rubble Barn and Betty
Swap spit, noodles piss, hot spaghetti
Never know who Tramp and who the Lady
Pass the aux cord homie cause the jams stay playin'
Feel like we in space all the time and I am
Askin' if squad loves you back? Say again?
Time on the rise, we star stunnas bae
Got your back, you got mine, am I right, bitch? Maybe
[Hook]
Got your back bitch
1 hundred 1 hunna 1 hunna
Got mine or don't, no time for stuntin'
Take this from me, take this from me
Bitch you gotta hang this on me
Ball or don't, the game keep runnin'
1 hundred 1 hunna 1 hunna
Take this from me, take this from me
Bitch you gonna hang this on me?
Your back, bitch?
1 hundred 1 hunna 1 hunna
Got mine or don't, no time for stuntin'
Take this from me, take this from me
Bitch you gotta hang this on me
Ball or don't, the game keep runnin'
1 hundred 1 hunna 1 hunna
Take this from me, take this from me
Bitch you gonna hang this on me?
