Ransom

What? Hey, man, like I said, man
I got 'bout thirty in my red bag
You know where to find me, that Yung Shyne
Man in the mofuckin' Flat
You know what I'm sayin'
(Uno, I killed it) (Bobby Kritical)

Pussy-ass nigga
Smell the hate on your breath
You ain't gotta tag along
Don't need nobody help
Got three bitches that sit right by the belt
Ooh, leave a nigga swimming
In bloods like Phelps, um
Told the bitch, "Ride like peddling"
And why you wanna fuck with
The kid? Y'all meddling
Drank, got Cookie, top-shelfing it
Drip paint when a nigga walk
Don't step in it, ooh
All these hoes want me, they selfish
I'm tryna seal off from the
World like a shellfish, ooh
Got a bitch, I don't need help, bitch
Ho tryna auction off the pussy
Like a sales pitch, ooh
Pussy, know I'm ballin' like a Celtic
Young heartthrob, see me and her heart melted
You're not ready no matter how you prep
I'ma stomp, stomp
Stomp a nigga out like delta
Put 'em in the trunk and
Take 'em for ransom, yeah
Take 'em for ransom, uh
Put 'em in the trunk and
Take 'em for ransom
Take 'em for ransom, yeah
Put 'em in the trunk and
Take 'em for ransom, yeah
Take 'em for ransom, yeah
Put 'em in the trunk and
Take 'em for ransom, yeah
Take 'em for ransom, take 'em for ransom
Take 'em for ransom, yeah
Take 'em for ransom, take 'em for ransom
Take 'em for ransom
Take 'em for ransom, take 'em for ransom
Take 'em for ransom
Take 'em for ransom, take 'em for ransom
Take 'em for ransom, yeah
Take 'em for ransom