I mean, I usually don’t rap about this bullshit you know. I mean, I’m the deep kind and shit, it’s not who I am. I don’t live it, I just... don’t give a fuck

What a day, what a day with a double A/

Couple sips of a lemonade/

Chop, chop with a Chevrolet/

Done, done with a mulla/

Run, run with that loop, make ‘em elavate/

.... Give me that/

Give me that, give me that lean/

Just so you know, ever alone, pick up a phone, couple of hoes/

Dropina devila needs, dunno what happened to me/

Yung Don when she dunno/

Ceiling flat in my condo, gold plates on my lambo.../

No lie, no lie, never land though/

Six figures on the bankroll/

Gotta get, lotta flex, lotta spec, money bet, pussy wet, ARRET, dolla silhouette/

I got many voices, man, just eh... Let me switch it up real quick

I ain’t trapped, I got traps, better/

Run mothafucka - don’t clap/

I be da flexa that runnin in circles no matter the bit that you say about me/

While you be dreaming so tight, I be then skeemin my thoughts and them words that I breathe/

I be da flexa of chains, I be then plexin in vain, level on gain/

Never trade on my J’s... nor the Reeboks/

Keep it hunnid while them others try to keep up/

Yung mothafucka with them wings/

Yung mothafucka with the win/

Spinna tha clean at you creep, typical spilla you be/

Running at, gunning at, run it back, stunning act, clever rap, never gonna get enough of traps/

Ah, all this fuckin bullshit... I can't stand this mothafucka. It is what it is... It is what it is...