(Did you just scam me?)

Open the fuckin' door

Next day, gotta run up cake, gotta make my fuckin' money back (Double-back)

Deal or No Deal, Shark Tank, double-cup from the racetrack (Bop)

My lil' partner bangin' Strawberry Shortcake 'cause they bangin' red (He live)

Walked up to the block with my Glock out, it was in my hand (Bop, bop)

Hundred-yard dash on a fuckin' cop 'cause I got the .30 jammed

Switchin' up your prices when you tryna shop, bitch, ain't no negotiatin'

Give me top

I just bought all the sizes out the fuckin' Foot Locker

Pussy boy not in the backseat, not in the car

Catch a opp goin' backstreet, won't make it far

Bitch told me relax, then I pull out her sca—, uh

No trace 'cause we scraped the fuckin' serial off

Can't see the brand, I don't buy guns (Bop)

Only time I fuckin' trade when I'm in some shit (Bop)

Gotta buy some fuckin' tape

Clip fallin' out 'cause this bitch don't fit (Bop)

Droppin' ashes on the white Polo tee, take it off

I can't fuck up my shit (Bop, bop)

Motherfuckin' ARP, ain't no fuckin' soft

Go pick up the stick (Stick)

Chop your fuckin' finger off, you break in my house, try come steal my shit (My house)

You maneuver with your partner, and both of y'all get hit

Labels still tryna sign, but I ain't goin' for that shit

Pussy boy fake pipe 'cause they hoein' that bitch

I don't look through the scope, I just blow up your shit (Bop)

No brakes on the fuckin' whip, I couldn't stop that bitch, damn, I'm dead (Can't stop it)

Thousand dollars spent on Off-White, I can't stop

Come out, sit in there if it's money on the stage, then you better not run near it

Left that shit on her face, I'm talkin' 'bout my lil' kid (Bop)

Drugs, fame, killers