I had to pull up in that fast shit, can't be drivin' slow

Opened up my Louis bag, it was a lot of dough

You want me, you want my mans, then it's adios

I been bangin' off that red, but I love the locs

You wanna know how it is livin' up top?

It's a lot of lows

Yeah, it was a lot of blows

Yeah, it was a lot of bowls

In and out my granny crib, it was a lot of bowls

We was drivin' in that Urus like it's fuck a ghost

I had lost what I secured in my past life

I had to out some belt to ass, she wasn't actin' right

I just came to make this dough, girl, I'm not tryin' to fight

But if it's war, then it's war

If my brother get that call, yeah, yeah, we up the score

I got some pants up in my closet that you can't afford

I got some baddies out in London, yeah, they love Dior

I got some killers in that field, yeah, they love the yard

Haha, that boy think that we was boxin', bitch, I came to spar

Bitch, I ain't even wanna fuck you

Bitch, I came to spark

The window tint on five percent, yeah, you know it's dark

Them bitches love to bark

We was in that car when I lost you, shit, I thought I lost my memory

Smokin' all them ashes, but that shit help all me misery

Ridin' 'round with that carbon 'cause I got people kids to feed

I had to pull up in that fast shit, can't be drivin' slow

Opened up my Louis bag, it was a lot of dough

You want me, you want my mans, then it's adios

I been bangin' off that red, but I love the locs

Yeah, it was a lot of blows

Yeah, it was a lot of bowls

In and out my granny crib, it was a lot of bowls