(Alright, Bet, ****)

(Michael Jackson imma bad ****)

(**** go get you a rag ****)

Bet, bet, a young **** came from riches

A young **** came in the game

A young **** just want famous

Swiping the card for debit, they never gave me credit

Go jump in beef with critics, I don't want beef with dead bitches

Slinging iron for dead presidents, Michael Jackson imma bad ****

**** go get you a bag ****

I got my shit from rags ****

I be that D one crash ****

Yo pants down, wipe your ass ****

I just came home tryna get in withcha

Now imma tryna bop till his head on a pillow

Bet, Ceight Vet, knock down yo door tryna creep down yo bed

Born on a jet with a illegal strap

If it ain't bout the bag, get the fuck out the South

Lil' shorty shut up, you keep running your mouth

Don't run outside, leave his ass on the couch

Put your faith in me, I know we dangerous

Yeah, point Dexter, some shit have a grown **** cry over

I ain't drunk in this bitch, I feel sober

**** get out the spot till it's November, imma turn up cause it's really a symbol

Imma stay humble, they got mental, fuck they saying imma man in the middle

Most of these **** they sweet like Skittles

Fuck that man they bitches like brittle

Aww, man I'm too official

Aww, that's one slimey little ****

Aww, I flip a dime to a nickel

Man I'm so official, that's one slimey ass ****

Bet, bet, a young **** came from riches

A young **** came in the game

A young **** just want famous

Swiping the card for debit, they never gave me credit

Go jump in beef with critics, I don't want beef with dead bitches

Slinging iron for dead presidents, Michael Jackson imma bad ****

**** go get you a bag ****

I got my shit from rags ****

I be that D one crash ****

Yo pants down, wipe your ass ****

I just came home tryna get in withcha

Now imma tryna bop till his head on a pillow

(Alright, Bet, ****)