Too much bread on my mind think I'm runnin' out of time when the opps shoot I shoot back

He a lil pussy feline got him actin like a mime with the choppa gotta empty out the mag

Now I'm countin up my bread fuck what you said

Choppa go crazy gon shoot till you dead

Now I'm gettin to the bag yea you a lil bitch

Pockets hella broke while I'm getting hella rich

Like goddamn bitch

You a lil snitch

Actin like you tough but I'll leave you in a ditch

Got the fendi on the belt

Got the prada on the kicks

Yea that shawty hella bad light skin big tits

Now I'm countin up these racks yea I'm countin up these stacks

Bitch I'm smokin' on his pack while watch his body bleed

Only eighteen but I'm carrying a beam

Pussy actin tough but this choppa make him leave

Like damn

Shawty hella bad

She a light skin with a whole lotta ass

And I'm smokin on that gas Imma puff puff pass

Shawty scream my name when I hit it from the back

Like damn bitch tell me what's the word

Sippin on that drank got me talkin' with a slur

Pop another pill till I'm floatin out the earth

Bitch I ain't no tik tok but I'm the biggest bird

Too much bread on my mind think I'm runnin' out of time when the opps shoot I shoot back

He a lil pussy feline got him actin like a mime with the choppa gotta empty out the mag

Now I'm countin up my bread fuck what you said

Choppa go crazy gon shoot till you dead

Now I'm gettin to the bag yea you a lil bitch

Pockets hella broke while I'm getting hella rich

Like goddamn bitch

You a lil snitch

Actin like you tough but I'll leave you in a ditch

Got the fendi on the belt

Got the prada on the kicks

Yea that shawty hella bad light skin big tits

Now I'm countin up these racks yea I'm countin up these stacks

Bitch I'm smokin' on his pack while watch his body bleed

Only eighteen but I'm carrying a beam

Pussy actin tough but this choppa make him leave

Too much bread on my mind think I'm runnin' out of time when the opps shoot I shoot back

He a lil pussy feline got him actin like a mime with the choppa gotta empty out the mag

Now I'm countin up my bread fuck what you said

Choppa go crazy gon shoot till you dead

Now I'm gettin to the bag yea you a lil bitch

Pockets hella broke while I'm getting hella rich