Yeah

RTB, bitch, gang

Yeah

Ayy

Thirty-thousand-dollar Gucci bag, I put racks in 'em

My **** on the PJ with me and they got them straps with 'em

Ksubi jeans, Amiri jacket, I don't even match denim (Nope)

Once she start to focus on my pape', I can't get back with her (No cap)

Bitch, yeah, I start to act different (Hmm?)

I be tryna switch to the Wock', but the Act' different (Yeah)

Told her that I'm tryna make a movie, but don't act different (Hmm?)

F&N hit your homie, heard his ass was backflippin'

Let y'all play the game for a while, now y'all back glitchin' (Yeah)

Had to tell my **** no more Perkies 'cause he back itchin'

Traphouse on the block, we strapped, ****, so they scared to loot it

I love hearing that clip slap in my Glock, that shit therapeutic (No cap, ****)

My **** got a dirty heat, boy, he ain't scared to use it (Yeah)

Brodie keep on smoking on the opps, I told him make some music (Man, chill out)

Fuck the city up when I ride in a Wraith through it (Yeah)

Y'all gon' want an encore with this shit, we had straight Buicks

Double R's and Lam' trucks, lil' ****, get your bands up

Talking on the 'net the same shit that got your mans bust (No cap)

I been having hoes since Drake and Lil Wayne made "Ransom" (No cap)

I'm tappin' in with my side bitch, turned her ass to a dancer (Huh?)

Same bitch you triple textin' and still can't get an answer (What?)

30K on her Gucci bag, I still told her I can't stand her (No cap, ****)

RTB, bitch

Yeah