Intro

Yeah

Heard the devil a liar, pull up in Prada (Skrrt)

Spliff in my mouth, dreads on my head, live like a Rasta (Bomboclaat)

Stick in my hand, bang on the drum, live like a rockstar (Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow)

At the traffic light, tryna see which car go faster (Skrrt)

I got the Wraith, I do not whip an Impala, oh (No)

I make a mil', phone, SIM, and a charger

Stupid boy, go sit in the corner

Lower your tone, have some manners when you're speaking to the father

My YG split your wig like a barber

One phone call, then you're dead by mañana

Insomnia 2 (Yeah)

Dick in the throat, it's 7 a.m. (Oh God)

I guess she got insomnia too

Don't need a pot, whip an M in the booth

If I'm in the stu' with Skeppy and A

There could be a **** in the room (Baow)

Sippin' this Wray, 'cause A bust case

My **** stick to the truth

I'm in the Moncler store

Can I get the jacket with the fur please?

If I am sittin' in jail

Then I am tellin' them load up the servery

Strap on me, Fashion Week

In my new, huh, Burberry

Givenchy, got racks on me

And I came up from the fuckin' dirt