Call it out (yeah)
Yeah
It's BLACK
I'm in her guts like Melvin did Jody mama
Dropped her off in mid-air, tryin' to take off the condom
Quick to scream out birth control when I'm inside her
Fucked around and made Max in the back of a Honda
Can't trust hoes (never), barely can trust my partners (never)
In the sprinter with three Glocks and a mint green chopper
My Cambodian niggas blacker than Barack Obama
My migo niggas knock the meat up out your enchilada
I'm fake famous 'round this bitch, still pull up at Shoppers
Y'all know me, I walked down here for some carne asada
Sour cream mixed with cheese and a large horchata
Same nigga from the group home off UV vodka
No matter how much I got, I can't leave the hood
Pushin' up on niggas' life, Stacy on The Wood
Jays know me by my first and last name
Ain't been packed out of hold, my face car good
Pull whenever wherever like Kirk from the Bulls
Stole my grandad revolver and took it to school
Them had an all black AP that held 32
I been turnt up since AIM, this fame ain't new
Tryin' to hold me for some clout like Dirk, I'ma shoot
Knock Keyana and her partner up if I'm blue
Put her dumb-ass to sleep like a Xanax do
Put a blanket on her dumb-ass like grams do
And these days yeah nigga be talked up
'Cause a bitch clout chasin' and niggas pillow-talkin', oh
I feel the 304, and ooh (oh, I feel it baby)
And ooh, I feel the 304 in you
Now the cross on a bitch head now she blessed
(Now the cross on her head, now she blessed) yeah
And baby I'ma need the fee if you want me next
(And baby I'ma need the fee if you want me next) nah
And oh, I feel the 304, ooh
And ooh, I feel the 304 in you
I got a warrant, and I'm still at the lake clownin'
Thought it was Pornhub the way the bitch backside bouncin'
On my dead partners, the bitch cashed out for a thousand
Took off the lifestyle 'cause bitches be schemin' and scowlin'
This bitch poutin', she say I'm never at the crib
You don't make enough for me to stay away from Fig'
Can you support my clean habit, feed my kids?
Can you massage my back while I'm fuckin' your friend?
Can you mix that Patron even with the Hen'?
I need a bag if you want this dick in your ribs
Oh I'ma kill a pussy (woo), let the bitch live
I'll be on tip like round four or five, offset gym
I need a house like Jeezy, three million on ice
Need to be able to buy that black 'Rari twice
Oh I'ma stab when I get home, Kelly Price
I had 'em came, said the young niggas take your life (yessir)
And these days yeah nigga be talked up
(Can you keep me at home?)
'Cause a bitch clout chasin' and niggas pillow-talkin', oh
I feel the 304, and ooh (oh, I feel it baby)
And ooh, I feel the 304 in you
Now the cross on a bitch head now she blessed
(Now the cross on her head, now she blessed) yeah
And baby I'ma need the fee if you want me next
(And baby I'ma need the fee if you want me next) nah
And oh, I feel the 304, ooh
And ooh, I feel the 304 in you
I feel that H-O-E in you, girl
I feel that 304 in you
Oh, I feel like you a groupie, though
I feel that 304 in you
