Oh yeah, aye

Wait, what I bout to say?

Oh yeah

I be really in them streets, I'm an heat toter

Bitch I play it kreep, rest in peace Magnolia

You can't come around, bitch, if I don't know ya

If I want it, I'ma take it, I'll run up on ya

I'm a Melvin Baby, came from straight up out them trenches

Ho can't play me dumb like I got them love senses

That nigga askin' for his ho

I ain't seen his bitch up in a minute

You rather cry up in that Honda, or cry up in this Bentley?

Even though I'm Stevie Wonder

bitch, I wouldn't wanna see ya

And that nigga broke, uh-uh, wouldn't wanna be ya

Michael Jackson, my diamonds dancin'

but my money Dirty Diana

Bitch, I still be in them streets

I catch a body in them Alexanders

Project baby, snotty nose sayin' nothin' I can't handle

ATK, they droppin' bodies, that's the Hood Anthem

I be deep up in that pussy, I got plenty stamina

I got that slang when I talk

my teacher say I need to fix my grammar

I be really in them streets, I'm a heat toter

Bitch I play it kreep, rest in peace Magnolia

You can't come around, bitch, If I don't know ya

If I want it, I'ma take it, I'll run up on ya

I'm a Melvin Baby, came from straight up out them trenches

Ho can't play me dumb like I got them love senses

That nigga askin' for his ho

I ain't seen his bitch up in a minute

You rather cry up in that Honda, or cry up in this Bentley?

If I want it, I'ma take it, I'ma run up on ya

Get that bitch, I'm shootin' next time, I ain't warnin' ya

My trap be jumpin' out the gym, I guess we got the formula

When I be fuckin', she around my balls

I guess it make me hornier

Jump on the plane, I take a flight all the way to California

Trip up in the Benz, I hit the gas, I just be road runnin'

I put a bag on the opps head, bitch, I got plenty money

That nigga died face to face, he can say he seen it comin'

I be really in them streets, I'm a heat toter

Bitch I pay a, rest in peace Magnolia

You can't come around, bitch, If I don't know ya

If I want it, I'ma take it, I'll run up on ya

I'm a Melvin Baby, came from straight up out them trenches

Ho can't play me dumb like I got them love senses

That nigga askin' for his ho

I ain't seen his bitch up in a minute

You rather cry up in that Honda, or cry up in this Bentley?

Oh, this Bentley

You rather cry up in that Honda or cry up in this Bentley?

If I want it, I'ma run up on ya