[Verse 1: Tyler Kinng]:
Fucking Hoes, stripping hoes
Nigga get your money right
Pick a dope, drop that dope
Up with a butter knife
Three hoes, in a two seater
Nigga Nigga, need a bigger car
Bitches sucking dick
She suck my dick like a fuckin straw
Nigga I'm on top I'm on top of it all
If I jump from where I'm at
I will bust my ass when I fall
So ahead of these niggas
Bitch I walk before I fall
I'm authentic, I'm official
And yo nigga is a knock off
I'm smoking paw paw pierce headband
Thirty- four all I need
Is one call that had em gone
After dope I meant to dope
With this scope like tiger woods
I'm getting to these hoes
Pop a lot of x's
Smoke a lot of o's
Tic tac toes click clack o's
Nigga, I'm so high nigga might fly
Seen R. Kelly in the sky
Feeling like drugs, winning all the time
Money longer than an unemployed line
Nah nigga you lying
You got me fucked up
Beat that pussy like an uppercut
I don't give a fuck
Even if I did I won't give it you Sir
Nigga I'm flexing

[Hook: Tyler Kinng]:
Nigga x11
Damn my nigga x5
Nigga x11

[Verse 2: Tyler Kinng] I turned her into a dime
From a penny getting head in Benz
Bitch I ball like Monica and Quincy Loving basketball
I been a dog pistol
Taking a nap in my draws nutted on her face
Now she look like santa clause
Imma whoop the dope bout to white
I ain't talking sleet or snow
Imma fuck that hoe
You gone fuck that hoe
Let's tag team
Imma make that hoe
Clothes fall off like baggy jeans
You done brought her diamonds
All I did was sell that hoe a dream
She been a hoe then she got with you
She never been this broke
I hit her with that Barry Coleman shit
Yeah that's the different stroke
I hit her with that different shit
Popped a molly sweating shit
Nigga I'm that Bruce Lee
Nigga I done speak all the truth

[Hook: Tyler Kinng] Nigga x11
Damn my nigga x5
Nigga x11