Ay, yeah, feel like Tiger 2012, bitch, I've been faded

All black and tinted up, I think my whip racist

Won't never know just how it feel to know your bitch basic

Yeah, bitch, we came from that back block

I was catchin' plays off a laptop

Everything I smoke be loud, this on cap lock

I be chillin', finna turn it up a tad notch

Pockets stuck on Rod wave , Louboutin lays

Get that check in five ways, huh, that's a calm day

I'm the hottest in the streets, let's be honest

Brody hit the trap, he just make it jump

Obi Toppin, buddy lacking bad, heard he off the lean

O he nodding, shots to the head, make him fade away

Like Kobe watchin', I got bitches askin' for a bag

That's 20,000, I got nightmares from growin' up

In public housing, I got PTSD

Cause I know my cousin Plotting

I got, all these different colored bowls

Like Dennis Rodman, I got shooters comin

in to score like Malcolm Brogdon

We was down bad, on our ass, chillin' in the apartmentd

We ain't see the light, tunnel vision, livin' in the darkness

Now they see the hype, 20 bands, stuffin' in compartments

Ricky leather pants, sweater, it got Gucci tags on them

Got these bitches mad, cause I won't go and spend a bag on them

Brody totin' k's , boy, you better pray it lag on them

Now I pop out Jack on them, I can really brag on them

Told my boys, hold they cups up

Got the ratchet, bro, be swingin' shit like Nunchucks

Where we hangin', they be bangin', they'll pull up to your crib

We got lean in baby bottles **** think he need a bib

If she comin' over, she know what it is, I'm in her ribs

She ain't givin' top, then I gotta leave, gotta dip