Hope(bad bitch)

Nigga, my bitch cook up five-star meals While I got ps on the counter, I'm getting

this shit for real I don't respect you weak-ass nigga, I respect the

money coming Fuckin' my bitch the hours and hours, money

long nigga I made a hundred thousand nigga, off a track

phone nigga Look at my form nigga, this shit like a athlete

Look at the kind of CPs, I'm pushing this shit, it's a breeze

Going too fast, they can't keep up the speed, nah I mean

I'm the best at it, number one draft pick nigga

I'm reppin' and trappin' nigga, made this shit look like a breeze

Nigga you fell off like a leaf, killin' is in my belief