(D-D-Div don′t do it to em')

Yeah (Bitch, yeah)

Yeah (Comethazine in this bitch, we gon′ pipe the fuck up, nigga)Five hundred hours (Pipe the fuck up, fuck going on)

(Five-hundred hours, I've been up in this bitch, nigga, you know what the fuck' goin on, nigga, no sleep, nigga)

Yeah bitch (Bitch), ayy (Yeah)

Five hundred hours (Mmm, mmm)

Still ain′t been sleep, PTSD (Bitch)

Bitch, don′t stress me

Ho, you gotta leave before shit get messy (Go)

She say, why I gotta leave after you undressed me?

Made up a lie so the ho don't press me

Told that bitch, I gotta go pick up my jet ski

Bitch up her ass ′cause shе comin' wit′ me (No)

She sound silly, so I burst out laughing

I'm about to make this ho regret what she asked me

Really wanna know if you can go, bitch, hell no

Wouldn′t save a ho if she broke her elbow

Nigga hit my phone talkin' tough, oh hell no

First of all, nigga, what the fuck you yell for?

Secondly, question be, do you know who you yellin' at?

Tell him that, Comethazine blew his melon back

I smoke thrax, you inhale on the Reggie pack

Bet you probably wonder, how does he know that?

Cause every time you smoke around me, I be smellin′ that

Nigga hit my phone talkin′ tough, oh hell no

First of all, nigga, what the fuck you yell for?

Secondly, question be, do you know who you yellin' at?

Tell him that, Comethazine blew his melon back

I smoke thrax, you inhale on the Reggie pack

Bet you probably wonder, how does he know that?

′Cause every time you smoke around me, I be smellin' that

′Cause every time-'Cause every time

You smoke around me-You smoke around me

Five hundred, fi, fi, fi, fi

Five, five hundred hours

Still ain′t been sleep, PTSD (Bitch)

Bitch, don't stress me

Ho, you gotta leave before shit get messy (Go)

Five hundred hours