D hill, D hill Yeah, yeah, yeah Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah My wrist right (my wrist) Said, my bitch right (my bitch) My fit right (my fit) Keep a stick, right? (Keep a stick, nigga) Right, right, right, right Right, right, right, right Where they trappin'? We go spin it up Them niggas broke because of us That molly pink like pigskin Fuckin' on my bitch friend Got that Lambo' tinted (right) And put Dracos in it (right) Niggas, they was with me (right) I don't know what happened (yeah) I had to get rid of bitches, I knew they was choosin' I'm rich, so I'm to blame for everybody when they losin' She don't know a song, but she gon' fuck me 'cause I'm poppin' (right) Spent 20 up in Nieman's and I didn't plan on shoppin' (right) Your top in my lap, girl, it's a hat Call Tez, he'll dunk on 'em like Shaq Don't try and flex on me, get embarrassed I'm fuckin' snow bunnies in these carats Got all these rings on like I'm married Got all these Cuban links on my neck I got a cold heart in my chest I got an opp bitch in my bed Say that they with it, dodgin' on the low I put some new attachments on the pole We just gon' burn them bridges for them trolls Niggas done took my vision all along D hill, D hill Yeah, yeah, yeah Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga (that's fire) Yeah, yeah, yeah My wrist right (my wrist) Said, my bitch right (my bitch) My fit right (my fit) Keep a stick, right? (Keep a stick) Right, right, right, right Right, right, right, right Where they trappin'? We go spin it up Them niggas broke because of us (yeah) That molly pink like pigskin Fuckin' on my bitch friend Got that Lambo' tinted And put Dracos in it Niggas, they was with me I don't know what happened Niggas ain't right Bitches ain't right These niggas ain't right But my bitch right Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't right Yeah, yeah, bitches ain't right