作词 : Garrett Spach/Habib Suz/Kevin Pouya
 作曲 : Garrett Spach/Habib Suz/Kevin Pouya
Ayy, Spock, you slid on this ho
This one's fire
On loudest, hahaha
Bitch, I’m from Miami so you know I keep the heat
In my line of work, always hard to keep the peace
I got 50 reasons why a nigga shouldn't play with me
My own boys shootin' never made it to the league
(Damn, damn, damn) Damn, I could fit five hoes in a Jeep (Huh?)
You ain’t ever met a mother****a like me
Yeah, I'm all about love but I'm strapped to the teeth
You ain't ever met a mother****a like me
Colt .45, jumpin' out the corner store
You see me walkin' in, bitch, don't forget to take yo' photos
Don’t talk too much, it’s 30 thousand for a quote
Crib wasn't enough, I had to get a boat
Maria wasn’t enough, I had to **** 'em both
Chanel smell good, plus she like it in her butt
Stick to yourself, keep my name out yo' business
Got too much on my plate to be worried about you ****ers
It's a different kind of hunger when you make it out the mud
I got cousins in Columbia that heard me in the club
Never laugh when I trap, so I’m slidin' in a Lincoln
Babies in the trunk, Uber sticker on the windshield (Skrrt)
Huh, I'm a mother****in' genius, bring the cash
You gon' wanna grab this watch soon as you see it
I heard one of my partners was a rat, couldn't believe it
Guess the loyalty switch year around like the seasons
Bitch, I'm from Miami so you know I keep the heat
In my line of work, always hard to keep the peace
I got 50 reasons why a nigga shouldn't play with me
My own boys shootin' never made it to the league
(Damn, damn, damn) Damn, I could fit five hoes in a Jeep (Huh?)
You ain't ever met a mother****a like me
Yeah, I'm all about love but I'm strapped to the teeth
You ain't ever met a mother****a like me
Yuh, I've been on this bus since last season
Kids around the world gettin' buck and releasin'
Their demons at shows, .45 I be squeezin'
25 years, guess I'm blessed to be breathin'
Off to another planet, baby, I'm leavin'
All I need is a bag and a reason
I'm sick of these rappers, I'm done for the evenin'
Don't text me, don't call me, don't act like you need me, yuh
Bitch, I'm from Miami so you know I keep the heat
In my line of work, always hard to keep the peace
I got 50 reasons why a nigga shouldn't play with me
My own boys shootin' never made it to the league
(Damn, damn, damn) Damn, I could fit five hoes in a Jeep (Huh?)
You ain't ever met a mother****a like me
Yeah, I'm all about love but I'm strapped to the teeth
You ain't ever met a mother****a like me