Intro: Kid Buu
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Woah, woah (Oohdem Beatz)

Chorus: Kid Buu
Im smoking on loud, got runts in my blunt
We roll around with sticks in the trunk
You can get shot if you try somethin dumb
Bitch, I cash out, I dont need no fronts
Im just tryna fuck, bitches say Im upfront
I ride around strapped but I dont buckle up
My slime ride with shotties, he not in the front
Your bitch wanna kick it, Im just trying to bunt
Yeah, bitch, Im rich, I do what I want
Yeah, bitch, Im blunt so I talk how I want
Im with the mob so I go where I want
Yeah, bitch, Im rich so I do what I want
Yeah, bitch, Im blunt so I talk how I want
Im with the mob so I go where I want
Yeah, bitch, Im rich so I do what I want
Yeah, bitch, Im blunt so I talk how I want, bitch

Verse 1: Kid Buu
Bitch, Im with the mob, bitch
Actin a slob, bitch
This a ménage, bitch
This a ménage, trick
Not Nicki Minaj, bitch
Fuckin your broad, shit
Work in my car, bitch

Interlude: Kid Buu
That nigga mad cause he know that shit true (Haha)
Its a true story, I really, I really did - I really did fuck your bitch, bro (Really did, I really did)
Hahaha
Oh shit, nah, Im lying, I just got top
Ayy, ayy

Verse 2: Kid Buu
I fuck your bitch, no, not a rumor
That bitch a eater like a consumer
She pop a molly and sweat like its Zumba
My diamonds bite like barracuda
I dropped my whole damn advance on my jeweler
But I got gwalla cause Im still a shooter
I sip my lean, pinky out like Im boujee
Gave my bitch Chanel, she aint rocking no Gucci

Chorus: Kid Buu
Im smoking on loud, got runts in my blunt
We roll around with sticks in the trunk
You can get shot if you try somethin dumb
Bitch, I cash out, I dont need no fronts
Im just tryna fuck, bitches say Im upfront
I ride around strapped but I dont buckle up
My slime ride with shotties, he not in the front
Your bitch wanna kick it, Im just trying to bunt
Yeah, bitch, Im rich, I do what I want
Yeah, bitch, Im blunt so I talk how I want
Im with the mob so I go where I want
Yeah, bitch, Im rich so I do what I want
Yeah, bitch, Im blunt so I talk how I want
Im with the mob so I go where I want
Yeah, bitch, Im rich so I do what I want
Yeah, bitch, Im blunt so I talk how I want, bitch

Verse 3: Blac Youngsta
Yeah, bitch, Im rich so I talk how I want (Gang)
Im from the streets so I got what I want
I put a hundred sumn bands on my donk (Bitch)
I can put a hundred sumn killas on a corna
One called a tec, we just call the macaronis (Brrt)
You can get stretched, send you home by your lonely
Im in the vis so I pretty much own it
Bulletproof vest so Im feelin like Tony Montana (Bitch)
Brand new coupe so I had to flex in it
I dont play cards but I keep a deck in it
Porsche too fast, Ima have a wreck in it (Skrrt)
Red bandana so I got the set with me
I aint talking Nike but I got a check with me
You know Im a dog but I got a pet with me (Ruu)
What, what (Gang, gang)

Chorus: Kid Buu
Im smoking on loud, got runts in my blunt
We roll around with sticks in the trunk
You can get shot if you try somethin dumb
Bitch, I cash out, I dont need no fronts
Im just tryna fuck, bitches say Im upfront
I ride around strapped but I dont buckle up
My slime ride with shotties, he not in the front
Your bitch wanna kick it, Im just trying to bunt
Yeah, bitch, Im rich, I do what I want
Yeah, bitch, Im blunt so I talk how I want
Im with the mob so I go where I want
Yeah, bitch, Im rich so I do what I want
Yeah, bitch, Im blunt so I talk how I want
Im with the mob so I go where I want
Yeah, bitch, Im rich so I do what I want
Yeah, bitch, Im blunt so I talk how I want, bitch