**** feel like Playboi Carti, how I'm sippin' all this red

Lil bitch keep on talkin' shit, but give a fuck bout what she said

These **** lame, they don't got motion, I'm just out here countin' bread

And I'm not talkin' bout no pencil when I'm carryin' all this lead

I ball too hard with a wack-ass jumper, I'm startin' to feel like Lonzo

I sold this **** some gas, he need to cash app me like Pronto

I hop on a jet, but stay in the pocket, I'm startin' to feel like Flacco

**** be askin' how I get the cheese, and I'm tellin' them **** it's nachos

And we finna pull up deep, me and my **** in a Tahoe

And I don't even need no pen, and I'm just startin' to feel like Yavo

And that ain't even my lil' bitch, so why you tryna say that's my hoe

It's twenty-five, just for an eighth, I'm finna cop because the cost low

I ball on the court while you sit on the bench, all of this all of this hate it be makin' me sick

It's too many hoes, I don't know who to pick, I'm sippin' on Henny, I'm lit

She said that I'm mean, she call me a dick, I'm rockin' designer, just look at the fit

Wait, I'm finna go take me a flick, sendin' them shots, leave your head with a dent

I be punchin' in, hit you with a jab, like I'm Mike Tyson

I can't be arguin' with ****, I don't like fightin

You **** keep on talkin' on the net, but I don't like typin

And my **** on the highway, and we racin', then we sideswipin

I just popped a Eddie, now I'm hittin' dabs, and I'm skydivin

Lazy bitch, gon' get in missionary, she don't like ridin

I'm not doin' what he says, cause I don't really even like Simon

Pussy look like bubblegum, I'm finna call her shit Trident

Bad bitch, gon' cool it with my ****, damn this bitch vibin

We ain't never gon' be public, if we fuck, we keep it in private

Got a scatty, now I'm testin' out the whip, look how this bitch slidin

Talkin' crazy, then I saw your ass in public, you a bitch hidin

I'm go to the top and I'm always gon' win, I'm spittin' these bars and I don't need a pen

I'm prayin' to God, committin' these sins, I feel like Lil Uzi, I don't need no friends

Pockets is fat while your pockets is thin, gettin the drip, finna go to the bins

Peepin' the fake, gotta see through the lens, I be that **** who's startin' them trends

You finna pull up in a SRT while I'm finna go slide in the Benz

Wait, lil' bitch can't even come to the room if she anything less than a 10

All of my ****, they really be demons, they finna go look at your ass with a grin

I just be hoppin' on beats and I'm snappin', I feel like Lil Tecca, I did it again

Bitch, yeah, you know the vibes, ****