Lyrics:

Yo, babe, you love me?
(Yes, I love you)
You gon ride for me?
(Yes, baby)
No matter what, right?
(No matter what)
Youre my lil hitter
You not gon be my hitter?
If I give you the, if I give you the Glock
You gon bust that shit?
(Nah)
Hello
Lets go, baby, I fuckin love you, baby, you heard
You heard?
(I love you too)
Ay, ooh, she spicy yeah I like her and she like me too
I think Ima drop a check on her like Nike shoe
I usually dont trick but, shit, I got a trick for you
Im usually a hoe, but, girl, I got this dick for you
And I dont have a boo cause I think I was meant for you
And I just bought a Cooper coupe thats only meant for two
My niggas in that foreign right behind me, ay
We fucking up the highway like a high speed chase
Blew fifty at the mall like its my B-day
But its just a regular ordinary weekday
Ooh, thats a bad bitch
You can tell she eat her collard greens and cat fish
Im trying to make your daughter cry, sorry miss Jackson
I wear that pussy on my face like its in fashion
Ooh she said Im nasty
Baby, I just need a rider like a taxi
And if your ex is the disease then im the vaccine
Blowing bags, popping tags, we a tag team
And we fucking up a foreign going max speed
Shopping bags tipping over in the backseat
Coffee on the seats, engine got that caffeine
And you bitches couldnt have me even if she didnt have me
Ay, and I dont need my niggas cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I dont need my niggas cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I dont need my niggas cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I dont need my niggas
I dont need my niggas cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I dont need my niggas cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I dont need my niggas cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the trillest of the the trillest, yeah
Ay, yeah, she my bottom bitch
But when I need it, just like seasonin, she on top of shit
Know how to treat her, she a keeper, man, thats common sense
And, yeah, she fine, I call her mine, its an accomplishment
She hot like Mexico, wont ever let her go
She my little lightning bug, man, I just let her glow
And she get what she want, cant ever tell her no
She my little spoiled bitch, she got that boiled drip
She dont follow other rappers, thats that loyal shit
Tell them niggas its a wrap like on some foil shit
Cause this Glock will get you steaming on some boil shit
Im a thug, she a thug from the mud out the soil, bitch
Ay, and I dont need my niggas cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I dont need my niggas cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I dont need my niggas cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I dont need my niggas
I dont need my niggas cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I dont need my niggas cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I dont need my niggas cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the trillest of the the trillest