I can go hop in the studio, fuck with the beat, but I ain't never gon' fuck with a thot

Yo bitch say I'm a savage in bed she gon' give me that head and she do it a lot

Foreign cars and I'm flying PJs, fuck what he, say I'm fly as a flock

Bitches always in my DMs, I don't wanna see them, fuck them and kick them out the spot

Chop it up like a sensei, backyard boys we get paid

Take a lil' off your top, no temp fade, fucked up cup lookin' like 10k

What's that on my wrist, oh 10k, AP bright, need a lampshade

Run up with a stick like a relay, fuck around, have his block like D-Day

My life's a movie, neck filled with rubies, my diamonds 3D and your shit is 2D

I stay in Louis, Don't fuck with Gucci, me vs the world, I'm feelin' like Uzi

Key to the streets, bitch, I'm feelin' like Lucci, dirty as fuck, my cup mix like a smoothie

I'ma go get to that jewelry, I just want that treasure, I'm feelin' like Monkey D. Luffy

We smoke hemp like Wiz Khalifa, everyday I spend a lot with the Visa

She wanna fuck, tell her bye like Felicia, left her confused, he up in the Aether

Patek on me, I don't fuck with Geneva, speakin' of that, I don't fuck with you either

Heard you a bitch in that room, you a speaker, Jhit said he cold, well give him the heater

Pull up on me and the gun, get the clapin', you is a bitch, so stop with your bragging

Talkin' that shit and your head get to cracking, you and your boys dead bodies we Dragging

Fuck with the gang and you play with your life, feelin' like Myers, I stay with the knife

Fuckin' around and I'm takin' your wife, three hundred and forty-three bitch, you know That we strive

Not with the drama, that boy's a bitch, yeah he is a snitch, oh yeah, he talk like Gunna

Come get your bitch, she stuck like a tick, she keep askin' me for the number

Gun got a switch, it's matchin' the fit, oh damn, that boy is a runner, leave his ass six feet Under

I might turn up for the summer, layin the pipe like a plumber

Then I take off in a Hummer, catch his ass slippin' like butter

We coming back for rebuttal, the shit that I do is not subtle

We leave his ass in a puddle, your bitch comin' over to cuddle

Floatin like butterflies, sting like a bee, y'all just like dead flies, y'all bitches weak

I got a deadeye, shoot with the beam, give him the sky hook, she like Kareem

You on the bench, you don't play for the team, bitches are Nat's, they actin' like fleas

My gun is Crisco, pop him like grease, Ron Artest, I'm keepin' the peace

All of my music go dumb like Jim Carrey, get to the bag and the fast like I'm Barry

I done done somethin', you checkin' my balance or somethin', I bought a new Patek or Some

Aim at your top like a barber, you keep on doubtin' on me, that's gon' make me go harder

Bank account bout to get larger, water on my neck and I don't have room for a harbor

I'm bout to go to the stu and then hop on the beat with the boys and you know I'm a slide

Got a foreign car with a bad bitch to my right, I know she hoppin' inside

My girl too damn fine, if you fuck with her, I'm hittin' you straight in your eye

Might tell a joke, but I won't lie, backyard boys on the beat, we do this every time

I can go hop in the studio, fuck with the beat, but I ain't never gon' fuck with a thot

Yo bitch say I'm a savage in bed she gon' give me that head and she do it a lot

Foreign cars and I'm flying PJs, fuck what he, say I'm fly as a flock

Bitches always in my DMs, I don't wanna see them, fuck them and kick them out the spot

Chop it up like a sensei, backyard boys we get paid

Take a lil' off your top, no temp fade, fucked up cup lookin' like 10k

What's that on my wrist, oh 10k, AP bright, need a lampshade

Run up with a stick like a relay, fuck around, have his block like D-Day