(Ayy, who made it? Milan made it, bitch)

Ayy

This shit get wicked

Better watch them ones you involve in your business

Same **** say they love you, they'll switch it

They'll stab you and then turn around and ask you to forgive 'em

The fakest **** talk the realest shit and I'on feel 'em

Finna cash out on this mansion, I'm goin' bigger than Clifford

I'm ridin' 'round with a dime, got a bitch that's badder than SZA

**** gon' die ridin' around, tryna listen to Bryson Tiller

Left hand grippin' on the wheel and my right hand grippin' my pistol

You better not be up on no thot, 'cause that bitch might be tryna give me too

Leave that streamin' shit to Kai or tell the chat how you gon' die for views

That bitch tryna act like she a saint, but I know she done fucked all kind of dudes

I feel like a breakdancer ****, I done pulled off all kind of moves

This shit get wicked

Better watch them ones you involve in your business

Same **** say they love you, they'll switch it

They'll stab you and then turn around and ask you to forgive 'em

The fakest **** talk the realest shit and I'on feel 'em

Uh, and I'on feel it

And the only ones that's buyin' all they bullshit is these children

Ever since they felt that hot shit, they ain't been out in a minute

Don't compare me to them ****, bitch, I did this independent

I spent a **** house on the diamonds that's in my pendant

Tryna make sure that my **** mental right while doin' his sentence

I can show you how to take a **** whole block and then bend it

I can show you how to take a empty bag and then get in it

Huh, I'm talm 'bout innit

This shit get wicked

Better watch them ones you involve in your business

Same **** say they love you, they'll switch it

They'll stab you and then turn around and ask you to forgive 'em

The fakest **** talk the realest shit and I'on feel 'em