Second charge, you know what I'm sayin'?
Woo, rr, rr, rr (I'm with motherfuckin' Trench, yeah)

Rr, I think the tables turned (Ha)
I think I did some dirt (Ha)
I think I stained my shirt (Ha)
Niggas tryna to roll with the mandem
Don't you know it's ladies first? (Huh)
Heard you got a pole on your gangster
Don't make us lift your skirt (Rr, rr)
Don't make us snatch your purse, uh
Don't make us smash and swerve
Don't make me crack that curb (Ha, woah, ha)
Don't make us walk your home, huh
You don't want blood on your Chrome
You don't want— ha, ha, ha (Ha, rr, yeah)

Huh, I'm back on the road
I think I got sex, I'm toned (Geek)
I think I got' stretch my bones
I been away from the game too long
I think I got to press reload (Ha)
My man copy the swag so good
they think I'm clonin' a clone (Oh my God, ha)
I'm back from the darkness
blackеr than black with a white boy pose (Ha)
See me on stagе and I'm doin'
a dance with a swag that they can't control (Chyeah)
I'm pushin' a thirty clip in my trousers
young G's callin' me old
My agent man said no more stupid dinners, I'm— (Please)
My agent man's said no more stupid dinners
with famous fakes (Ha)
Last time I went, I was so embarrassed
I took my name off the plate (Tch)
Look at these stupid rappers
tryna compete like we play the same game (Ha)
Blud, I'm a prophet, you snipe you
for the profit and that's why they know your name
I used to be like you, blud
I wanted the money, I wanted the chains (Ha)
I used to be like you, blud
I wanted the love and I wanted the praise (Ha)
I had to realize they never had my jacket
all the days it rained (Ha)
Now, I gotta get them hooked
with brand new dub, I got Cult— Cult— (Ha)
Cultcaine, yeah, Cultcaines, huh, Cultcaine (Ha)
Huh, they tried to take my soul (Yeah)
They tried to make me fold (Ha)
But, look, now, I'm back on road (Rr, chyeah, grr)

I think the tables turned (Woah)
I think I did some dirt (Woah-woah)
I think I stained my shirt (Ha)
Niggas tried to roll with the mandem
Don't you know it's ladies first? (Huh)
Heard you got a pole on your gangster
Don't make us lift your skirt (Rr, rr)
Don't make us snatch your purse, uh
Don't make us smash and swerve
Don't make me crack that curb (Ha, yeah, ha)
Don't make us walk your home, huh
You don't want blood on your Chrome
You don't want— ha, ha, ha