Huh, kick rocks

I'm finna knock 'em out like black eye

I'm finna erupt on the bombsite

I'm finna blow up on the bombs—

Quick, quick, kick rocks

I'm finna knock 'em out like black eye

I'm finna cook it up like fried rice

I'm finna erupt on the bombsite

I'm finna blow up on the bombsite

I was on the block 'til streetlight

Please don't blow up the spot, this shit all mine

That's the type of shit that I don't like

And you look so good, I could swear you the bad type

I'm on the road with a pocketful of 'rolls

And a man with some goals for a good life

So I'ma have a good life, so I'ma have a great life

It's all in my DNA get paid, I'ma have a good life

(I'ma have a good—, I'ma have a good—)

(I'ma have a good—, I'ma have a good—)

You gotta understood, is it the Bottegas? I just pull up on ya foot

You gotta under— uh, you gotta understood?

Lil' bae, I got designer to design it like I should

Hey, you gotta understand

Lil' bitch it's the material that made me spend these bands

I'm breaking the barrier with the sound of the barrier

They told me to never, ever, ever fuck a fan

Matter fact, never say never, that's ya ass

Roger that, military, goin' through the grass

Lil' Ronshach

Quick, quick, kick rocks (Kick rocks)

I'm finna knock 'em out like black eye

I'm finna cook it up like fried rice

I'm finna erupt on the bombsite

I'm finna blow up on the bombsite

I was on the block 'til streetlight

Please don't blow up the spot, this shit all mine

That's the type of shit that I don't like (That's the type of shit—)

And you look so good, I could swear you the bad type

I'm on the road with a pocketful of 'rolls

And a man with some goals for a good life

So I'ma have a good life, so I'ma have a great life

It's all in my DNA get paid, I'ma have a good life

It's murder, you give me the mic

The burner, I left in the night stand

I gotta keep it on private, they all listenin' for the new brand

If I say I got some plans, you got a question, make sure you raise ya hand

And if I'm dressed in designer, you know what I'm hidin', that motherfuckin' Wesson

I'm finna knock 'em out like black eye

I'm finna knock 'em out like black a eye

I'm finna cook it up like fried rice

I'm finna erupt on the bombsite

I'm finna blow up on the bombsite

I was on the block 'til streetlight

Please don't blow up the spot, this shit all mine

That's the type of shit that I don't like

And you look so good, I could swear you the bad type

I'm on the road with a pocketful of 'rolls

And a man with some goals for a good life

So I'ma have a good life, so I'ma have a great life