I'm in a Phantom, with the gangnem

On a shootin', now we're on the landin'

10 thou' for my youngin when he landin'

Louis Vuitton, some Chrome Hearts and Lanvin

Goin' hard, can't ever be a has-been

22 told me "keep rappin'"

I got a firearm, fill it with action

I'm in a Porsche, gettin' flashed by the cameras

All this 3G on me, I just left Hatton

All these VVs on me, 'course I came patterned

Make sure you make some money when you're squeezin' off your hammer

Another paigon went jail, sendin' hits out in the slammer

I'ma get to the bag, everything else doesn't matter

And I buy Goyards for my squeezer so he can hold the hammer

And I buy Chanel for my lady, she helped me in a mazza

I said I wanna box, but had no money, I just ran off

I might spend my club appearance money on ammo

I'm in the booth workin', I don't play about my bankroll

Size three in your runners and your two-piece Alo

If you ain't got no motion, I don't wanna hear your hello

I think I wanna fuck you, I been lookin' at your camel

They know me up in Louis, I ain't takin' you to flannel

Any of my lyrics that you've heard me say is factual

And any of them **** that I cheffed should take it personal

Cappin' and your rappin', that means I don't got no verse for you

Used Off-Whites, on that note, rest in peace to Virgil

I know I done you wrong, but I never meant to hurt you

20 bits of heroin, my neighbour knows I'm servin'

CC for your footwear, and I'll put them where your purse is

And I guess it's death row if I ever get you Hermès

I wanna make you happy, if I'm honest, you deserve it

Still posted with the trappers and the **** that be purgin' (Hm-mm)

Respect to the steppers cah they do what they supposed to

Get caught for that body, just know that you ain't comin' home soon

And I know a ****, all he wanna do is murder

Put the G-Wagon in s-plus then we swerve off

But, PTSD from all this outside and gang stuff

Ain't had Dixie in a while, I'm eatin' sea bass in Atlanta

I'm in Boobt in Miami, threw some thousands in the strip club

Coulda gave that to my youngin, he's been itchin' for a spinner

Only thing that I can promise is I'll put you in some rizla

I don't want him in no limelight, I'ma tell him, "make a Finsta"

Get a glizzy, put a switch on it, them trainers come out quicker

And I heard 'bout what you said, so I guess you not my ****

I'm in the fiend's house, get the work, and then we chop it into fractions

Spinnin' blocks, that's a package if we catch him

I got credit in the streets, and these 7.62s give you nightmares

I'm in a Phantom, with the gangnem

On a shootin', now we're on the landin'

10 thou' for my youngin when he landin'

Louis Vuitton, some Chrome Hearts and Lanvin

Goin' hard, can't ever be a has-been

22 told me "keep rappin'"

I got a firearm, fill it with action

I'm in a Porsche, gettin' flashed by the cameras