(KJ, let the beat knock)

I'm livin' good, pockets on swole, you worry 'bout me, is you gon' get yours?

I want a body this summer, ain't no more keyboard killin', that shit gettin' borin'

We catch an opp, they get round applause, we get to clappin' they ass like an award

You got a family you ain't even took care yet, ****, on God, you **** lil' boys

We get the drop, they yellin' out, "Go" (Go), lil' cuh, that man tryna spin

They tryna hit everybody who out there, lil' cuh know I'm doin' it for twin

I just hit they main shooter in his leg, tell him get back, he ain't even gon' spin

Everything loaded, he ain't even got a drum, don't slide this way, he ain't even gon' win

They sendin' shots, I'm feelin' like wicked, I can't even dodge, they boxin' me in

Industry plant, this shit watered down, I'm still tryna see how I'm finna get in

**** ain't solid, them boys get flexible, get in that room, them boys gon' bend

How you gon' boss up your life, but you fuckin' with him? Tryna boss up, baby, get in

Fourth quarter pressure, we right by the figure

Got two seconds left, I'm like, "Fuck it, let's run it"

**** ain't ready, they leavin' they cleats at the house, we scorin', them boys gettin' punished

This ain't no regular car, this a Cyber, I tap the gas, the spaceship comin'

High-speed 12 all way down the E-way, but after I'm done, I'm gettin' off to the money

I asked that **** to show me a dub, he couldn't, he lied, on God, he poor

I pop my shit like whenever I want, half these **** can't do it, on God, they broke

I put this shit on, you can't tell me shit, Louis V stamped all way the floor

She a shit-eater, she can't be my wife, I'm just tryna smash, then she gotta go

He reach for my chain, his ass shot gettin' shot in this bitch, no fakin', lil' cuh gon' blow

We just scored again, we skunkin' they ass, get caught out of bounds, I'm blitzin' you first

Y'all been had the drop, y'all still ain't came through yet, on God, I'm ready to go

Stop actin' like you really on that, be for real, y'all duckin' this smoke ('Moke)

I'm livin' good, pockets on swole, you worry 'bout me, is you gon' get yours?

I want a body this summer, ain't no more keyboard killin', that shit gettin' borin'

We catch an opp, they get round applause, we get to clappin' they ass like an award

You got a family you ain't even took care yet, ****, on God, you **** lil' boys

We get the drop, they yellin' out, "Go" (Go), lil' cuh, that man tryna spin

They tryna hit everybody who out there, lil' cuh know I'm doin' it for twin

I just hit they main shooter in his leg, tell him get back, he ain't even gon' spin

Everything loaded, he ain't even got a drum, don't slide this way, he ain't even gon' win