S.A.B.

[Produced by Young Stokes] [Hook][x2] Old stupid ass bitch You old stupid ass bitch What you tryna curb me? Bitch you tryna curb me? [Verse 1] Pull up on a bitch, better act right Then we whipping off in the mad white Know a nigga tryna see what that like We already poured about a half pint Let me hold something fore the hoes get you The gold digging hoes ain’t funny Like the late great Don Bishop Bitch better have my money Ho, no we can’t go on no dates I’m on the road to the bank Blowing that loud with your skank Dunk on these hoes in the paint Nigga already clapped on the backboard Give it to a ho if she ask for it Told her she could get the dick half off Pussy been around, need a passport Running up the mob, can’t hear Hoes know my niggas gone share Broke nigga never gone fear [?] nigga, gone steer him Young nigga made it out the trap house Over 100 million served Broke bitch get on a nigga’s nerves Hit his bum bitch with the swerve [Hook][x2] [Verse 2] She ain’t never dropped on a sack Always be the first one smoke Show up with the weed and the yak She be on the first thing smoked Tryna hit the club, looking cold on the line Leave a bitch hanging like clothes on the line Nigga just did 12 shows in a line Through the roof, back bitch dove in the ride Get your pills and your drink in that Styrofoam cup If you lit and she with it nigga probably gone fuck I’m the man ho, fuck you niggas thought She was talking only cause she got lips If she ever try [?] on the box Most likely she a stupid ass bitch [Hook][x4]