[Intro]
Ayy, pipe up, Hoodrixh

[Verse]
Who are you?
Bitch, I'm that young n***a, I'm gettin' racks
Yeah, I fucked your ex ho
And she was bad so a young n***a could brag, yeah
But she a ho
N***a want smoke, we make him choke
The bitch got a fatty like woah, woah
Was like, "oh my God," when she dropped that shit low
I was like, "oh my God" (God)

[Chorus]
So many mufuckin' broads (So many mufuckin' broads)
Yeah, oh my God, hatin' n***as, get jobs (Bitch, yeah)
Lil' n***a, on my gang (Gang)
OTM, we goin' up, n***a (Up bitch)
Give no fuck, if you wan' fuck wit' me, now you outta luck (Woah)

[Verse]
Mhm, who leave the lil' n***a like, mhm?
I said, "boy, we got a problem" now the n***a talkin' like, "mhm"
Made that bitch choke, the lil' bitch was like, "mhm"
That bitch was chokin', I need my coin up like gettin' them tokens
Made that bitch real sad like Jay, she broken (Yeah)
I'm fuckin' that ho, and her friend, she soakin' (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Oh my days, all y'all n***as so gay (Yeah)
I feel like I'm Austin, I'm saying, "my goodness"
I'm hittin' that boy, n***a takin' them bullets, yeah
Why yo' lil' ho lookin'?
Why yo' bitch lookin'?
You wish that man's, why is you lookin'?
Yeah, if a problem come up, know a n***a not bookin'
Yeah n***a, we getting him tooken
Oh my heaven's, stupid ass n***a said Bush did 9/11
I put on a show n***a, like David Letterman
N***as hatin', ain't heard of you
Why is you letting them?
Got a Glock .9 gen and a MAC-11
They ain't playing no games, I ain't not Tyler Blevins
Beat ya' ass by my damn self, ain't no sending hits
They look at us like, "oh my God, they be making hits"
Oh my God (God)
[Chorus]
So many mufuckin' broads (So many mufuckin' broads)
Yeah, oh my God, hatin' n***as, get jobs (Bitch, yeah)
Lil' n***a, on my gang (Gang)
OTM, we goin' up, n***a (Up bitch)
Give no fuck, if you wan' fuck wit' me, now you outta luck (Woah)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, woah