Face shot hit 'em up Choppa goes ratata

Pull up in the scene with skinny Mike amiri jeans on it

Red dot I got my chains on lock

Fuck a bitch never change for it !

You dont know what I been through

Big steppa ten toes down, you know how we came through

Swervin, bitch you ain't my ride or die

Curve thot, this bitch be thotting

Since I was 5, I was robbin and shit

I told my momma can you buy me this shit

This for my brothers and my sisters and shit

I'm bout to leaving this shit, for my family and shit, with my fucking rillas and shit

I'm 'bout to relocate, to the valley

She finna come with me, she listens to me, she calls me daddy

I'm bout to check it out, for the lady,

Designer stuff, take it out the hood, bitch you must be ready

We ain't from poverty, but I even can't find my shoes

PTSD, pretty ass bitch, I can't even find my shoot

Want a nascar, a race car, a big ass Bentley coupe

Call my lil boo thing, she got the fatty, lil mama I'm on my route

Rapping since we were youngin, Team Juvenile

Bad lil bitch this ain't a freestyle, artistic style

Shake that booty, lil mama, just tap in

No 7 figures rilla, just cash in

Racks in, baby got that drip, flex in

Bb Simon on my waist, I gotta check in

Iced out baguette, I ain't even got to choose

Balencis, Prada, Gucci, Louis and Jimmy Choo

My grandma got a sister but she never seen it

Yeah, I can't really feel it

My grandpa got that championship straight from Italy

Yeah, drip from Italy

She got that Gucci, she doesn't know how to put it

I gave my shorty a birkin, how to new it!