(Damjonboi)

Bitch, I had a status before Tom added my MySpace

Condo out the way, when winter hit, I'm finna migrate (Brrrt)

My plays, my weight, my chains, my pape', my eights, my drank

You wish that you was me, don't you?

Fly way the highway, pint help me hydrate

Got the game on lock, a hundred M's, I got the key for you

You ain't a stacker, you got zero like Hector Zeroni (Shit)

Clip glued to my pelvis, I step into Coney (Brrt)

Lil' brodie Kenny Smith how he jet in the stoley (Skrrt)

Olympian, shit, how I'm feeling, my necklace a trophy

VVs got me chilly, shit, I caught the sniffles

J. Crawford, score a four off the dribble

In that Bat Mobile, we spinned the block, they tryna solve the riddle (What?)

Too official, all I'm missing is a ball and whistle

Shit, I'm speeding in the Demon, it's not a Camaro

Living like the mob, Goodfellas, I'm Robert Di Nero (The boss)

Rocking all this gold, I'm on top like a pharaoh

Pull up to the spot to get some gas, this is not the Valero

When I'm rocking apparel

Yohji Yamamoto, boy, I be dropping dineros

Robbing through the hood, you might get shot with an arrow

I was Prada'd up, double strapped, you was rocking some Aero (Yeah, yeah)

My plays, my weight, my chains, my pape', my eights, my drank

You wish that you was me, don't you?

Fly way the highway, pint help me hydrate

Got the game on lock, a hundred M's, I got the key for you

I'ma give it all I got 'til I drop

Fell asleep halfway, couldn't even kill my pop

Boy, this bitch filled with Wock'

Gloves on, fill the chop

It could be ten years, bitch, you know you still an opp

Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, look, bitch

Spikes on the Loubs look like a porcupine

Feel like D. Mitch, flying 'round with the .45

Two and a half pints, we poured up like forty lines

Amphetamines, opioids

Catch him riding luxury and get his Rolls-Royce destroyed

We gon' park his shit

Out in Troy with a sixty on a Neiman Marcus trip

Shit, voices in my head, I feel like Randy Orton

Probably 'cause I'm off a ten, but brodie off the Xannies snoring

Bitch, I had a status before Tom added my MySpace

Condo out the way, when winter hit, I'm finna migrate (Brrrt)

My plays, my weight, my chains, my pape', my eights, my drank

You wish that you was me, don't you?

Fly way the highway, pint help me hydrate

Got the game on lock, a hundred M's, I got the key for you

Tripping on the road

Interview to a show, switching out my clothes

You ask the plug for twenty bags, I'm digging out the 'bow

Cartis with the pointers, I got boogers dripping off my nose

Let me know, I'll flick that switch and get up in that mode

All these Vanillas on me, feeling gifted in the store

Roadrunner, first dub, I did it in the O

Need a jersey that say, "Maravich," how I pistol tote

Why the fuck he didn't shoot? I think his pistol broke

Jordan every time I drop, bitch, I'm 6 and 0

Bitch, I been the GOAT

My plays, my weight, my chains, my pape', my eights, my drank

You wish that you was me, don't you?