Might have to change up my number

Ain't go'n lie, man these groupies they keep calling

Guess they might've found out that my team balling

Bitch, I stay with them racks, Louis V wallet

I heard you broke but you keep talking

When I walk I be drippin, that's g-walking

None of you **** is fucking with me

I don't know 'bout you

But

I feel like the man

All these bitches on me they just want my rubber bands

But it's all good cause

I could really face it

And I got so many bitches and they all like different races yeah

Different races

I can't catch no cases

I got that loud pack that'll

Have your heart start racing yeah

Got a white girl saying "****", but I promise she not racist yeah

Got a big butt, she a bad 'ting

Got white teeth, no braces yeah

I hope you get it

Hop in a Lamb' , I ain't talking no rented

Play with your bitch like this shit is a scrimmage

33 shots for that boy like I'm Pippen yeah

I don't give no fucks

You break my heart, I'll make you regret it yeah

Shoutout my money, it stay in my pockets, them bitches be crippin' yeah

Might have to change up my number

Ain't go'n lie, man these groupies they keep calling

Guess they might've found out that my team balling

Bitch, I stay with them racks, Louis V wallet

I heard you broke but you keep talking

When I walk I be drippin, that's g-walking

None of you **** is fucking with me

I don't know 'bout you

But

I feel like the man

All these bitches on me they just want my rubber bands

But it's all good cause

I could really face it

And I got so many bitches and they all like different races yeah

Hold on

Slow it down

They ain't want me coming back

I take your girl for a ride, I promise she ain't coming back

I'm confident

Presidential watch, yeah she have fun with that

Think she graduated eighteen times cause yeah her brain go dumb like that

Okay

Hundred bands dancing on my neck

I don't wanna talk, just bring the check

Going to Japan

I done been to France

But I'm fresh to death I swear that it don't matter where I land

Bitch wildin' on the jet cause this her jam

She go'n do some things that wasn't even 'part the plan

You don't got no manners shawty

No Kyrie Irving, I handle shawty

I get shit so lit, might put it on camera, right in Miami shawty

Okay

Lit in this bitch like a fireplace

Get so faded, my eyes start to migrate

How it is when you live it up my way

**** be raising the crime rate

Free all my dogs out the dog cage

It ain't our fault, ****, crime pays

And my **** ain't singing, Beyoncé

I need my check, ****, Ándale

Made mula off computers

Ain't talking no rowdy rebel

All my **** go'n spin on these tracks, and we ain't looking back till I reach me a newer level

And I got my whole gang on my back

Put Jerz' on the map

And kept my foot on the pedal

Might have to change up my number

Ain't go'n lie, man these groupies they keep calling

Guess they might've found out that my team balling

Bitch, I stay with them racks, Louis V wallet

I heard you broke but you keep talking

When I walk I be drippin, thats g-walking

None of you **** is fucking with me

I don't know 'bout you

But

I feel like the man

All these bitches on me they just want my rubber bands

But it's all good cause

I could really face it

And I got so many bitches and they all like different races yeah