i issue dope out of my ho house i count money and blow smoke out i fuck groupies i sell shows out i lost niggas i pour more out ain t your business stay in your lane ayy don t speak on shit you don t know bout all that back and forth talkin if it s real beef then shots gos out yeah that s just how i feel about it that s just how i m feelin i m cruisin the foreign with some bunnies drop the ceiling ho callin my phone talkin bout time you ain t mine niggas tryna get with the gang nah you ain t my kind you ain t my kind pussy stand in line don t call my phone when you do i hit decline see shots gon go out they gon ask me bout my whereabouts i was at my ho house with my dick all in that ho mouth icebox got my wrist froze on me seafood i m at pappadeaux i got my lil young bitch mouth wide open trap don t ever close i got my lil niggas on some hot shit ridin with dracos if they catch a charge don t worry bout it bonds i make those thumbin through these pesos in the bando with big dandro i went crazy in guns n ammo i must think i m rambo through money guns and crime bge yeah that s my famo i handle wicks like a candle pull a drive by out a lambo i issue dope out of my ho house i count money and blow smoke out i fuck groupies i sell shows out i lost niggas i pour more out ain t your business stay in your lane ayy don t speak on shit you don t know bout all that back and forth talkin if it s real beef then shots gos out yeah that s just how i feel about it that s just how i m feelin i m cruisin the foreign with some bunnies drop the ceiling ho callin my phone talkin bout time you ain t mine niggas tryna get with the gang nah you ain t my kind  indictment time niggas out here droppin dimes i m somewhere layin low with my feet up on recline don t pay no mind i m just worried bout me and mine you wasn t straight from the start you a fraud i peeped the signs you lil niggas so behind you need to catch up like heinz diamonds ooh they shinin invested fifty in my time i walk in christian loub s spike on my shoe like porcupine hitters in the trap spot holdin choppers lookin out blinds yeah i m on the grind ooh i been runnin up iron yeah my watch ain t regular i got them pointers in mine i got a ho that s a dime she never get out of line she know if she say the wrong thing or speak out of turn she can get fired i issue dope out of my ho house i count money and blow smoke out i fuck groupies i sell shows out i lost niggas i pour more out ain t your business stay in your lane ayy don t speak on shit you don t know bout all that back and forth talkin if it s real beef then shots gos out yeah that s just how i feel about it that s just how i m feelin i m cruisin the foreign with some bunnies drop the ceiling ho callin my phone talkin bout time you ain t mine niggas tryna get with the gang nah you ain t my kind