Look, man, the opps don't like my pictures cuz they hate to see me flexin'

Blue shirts up in my bag, ****, this is my collection

Got 30 in this bitch, got me feelin' like I'm Steph

If a **** tryna play, then he dead within seconds

Man, this bop wanna hit my blunt, tell her get up out my session

Hit my line in the morning, she can eat the dick for breakfast

My youngins livin' fast, they still juggin and finessin

Bitch, we puttin' too much work, fuck we look like even resting

You say that you my homie, but yo ass went against me

Now I can't trust no **** cuz they all out to get me

Like, what was y'all like when my situation got sticky

When I was down bad, ain't nobody show me pity

Now these bitches come around cuz they see a **** litty

But baby, I can't take you down this road cuz it get tricky

But shorty, if I leave, girl, I know your ass gon' miss me

But maybe you should know that I'm too broke for you to fix me

I'm from the windy city, where them shorties gettin' busy

Bro, you better have your glizzy over here get kinda risky

Can't fuck with new **** cuz these **** out here iffy

Don't even trust my dawg when he say he ridin' with me

Cuz when I look in his eyes, man, them bitches full of envy

They don't wanna see you good, they just rather see you shitty

But I'ma keep on flexin' with these hunnids and these fifties

I'm forever paid and they mad cuz I'm Nitty

Man, the opps don't like my pictures cuz they hate to see me flexin'

Blue shirts up in my bag, ****, this is my collection

Got 30 in this bitch, got me feelin' like I'm Steph

If a **** tryna play, then he dead within seconds

Man, this bop wanna hit my blunt, tell her get up out my session

Hit my line in the morning, she can eat the dick for breakfast

My youngins livin' fast, they still juggin and finessin

Bitch, we puttin' too much work, fuck we look like even resting

Can't talk to my homie cuz we ain't seein' eye to eye

Can't talk to my bitch cuz she'll probably tell a lie

Many **** say they real, but they fakin' in disguise

And they wanna catch me loafin', but can't catch me by surprise

Go crazy like I'm Rondo don't get the scoring And with that nine

Put his ass in the sky

Roll him up to get high

Man my mama was a four

And she taught me to survive

She say, if you wanna hustle

You gotta hustle and thrive

I been waitin' on my spot, but now I'm pushin' through that line

This shit is like a jungle, I been cuttin' through them vines

I stayed up in my lane, don't you ever intertwine

Cuz I'ma shoot and stop, I really blow your mind

Man, the opps don't like my pictures cuz they hate to see me flexin'

Blue shirts up in my bag, ****, this is my collection

Got 30 in this bitch, got me feelin' like I'm Steph

If a **** tryna play, then he dead within seconds

Man, this bop wanna hit my blunt, tell her get up out my session

Hit my line in the morning, she can eat the dick for breakfast

My youngins livin' fast, they still juggin and finessin

Bitch, we puttin' too much work, fuck we look like even resting