Got closer to my London bitch, I call her Millie Bobby' Broke boy shooter take out a hundred hits, not one of 'em hit yo' body Right now I'm outside, running shit, that pussy-ass boy won't copy We heard yo' boyfriend talkin' miss, my man just said he got him We turn yo' block to a bloody mess, got everybody running I turn my cup to bloody red, I cannot see the sun Big on my fuckin' head, I cannot see my sons You play about my fuckin' bread, one call, I get it done We box 'em up I ain't put no gloves on, I really can't give no fucks Right now I'm out the ozone T—This bitch shake her butt I told her: Come here and throw some You better not stop at that light We turn yo' wig to scraps, big Glock, this not no fight Oh, you didn't come to scrap? No ho' been on my mind I'm thinkin' 'bout my racks, big Perky got me flyin' Nah, there ain't no comin' back, just told her I'm not comin' back Got closer to my London bitch, I call her Millie Bobby' Broke boy shooter take out a hundred hits, not one of 'em hit yo' body Right now I'm outside, running shit, that pussy-ass boy won't copy We heard yo' boyfriend talkin' miss, my man just said he got him We turn yo' block to a bloody mess, got everybody running I turn my cup to bloody red, I cannot see the sun Big on my fuckin' head, I cannot see my sons You play about my fuckin' bread, one call, I get it done Yeah, one call, I get it done She got an ass like basketball, that shit go up and down (Yeah) He hit me then I laugh it off, now that boy six feet under Fuck this bitch, better air it out 'cause her mans comin' over, (Uh, damn) Haha, I said: Gotta teach them how to box it up Really got money, I lost a lot Copped the lil' kicks, ties 'em up Ride with them sticks, protection You should ride dick, you talk a lot Yeah, better take notes like this my TedTalk I use my big-boy voice, not inside Bad lil' bitch and I make her bed rock She really know how to make my head rock This is like Heaven, Heaven, Heaven She did like seven, seven, seven Big dick, that's what I'm giving, giving Throw that shit back, like, get it, get it She love the way I hit it, hit it This is my life, I'm amazing-mazing Got closer to my London bitch, I call her Millie Bobby' Broke boy shooter take out a hundred hits, not one of 'em hit yo' body Right now I'm outside, running shit, that pussy-ass boy won't copy We heard yo' boyfriend talkin' miss, my man just said he got him We turn yo' block to a bloody mess, got everybody running I turn my cup to bloody red, I cannot see the sun Big on my fuckin' head, I cannot see my sons You play about my fuckin' bread, one call, I get it done