Branden? (No, huh yeah)

Where are you, baby? (What?)

Huh, yeah

Branden?

Yeah

No

No

Feel like Mason, all I see is numbers (yeah)

Peep the jeans, yeah, they Undercover (what?)

30 stick clap like some thunder (bitch)

I'm the shit, you gon need a plunger (facts)

You talking down, yeah, you finna suffer

Hit wit 30 rounds yeah, you finna slumber (yeah)

Hear the speakers bumping, yeah, we ear drummers (yeah)

Why does he think he like me, boy, I wonder? (yeah, yeah)

I spark me a J, then I blaze it, huh (blaze it)

I'm puffin this 3.5 im spacing, huh (spacing)

I need more bitch I'm never complacent, huh (complacent)

GOD comes first, and you cannot replace him, huh (yeah, yeah)

No stopping, yeah bitch I'm gon face it, this life game a test and you know I'm gon ace it, huh (yeah)

You say that your car pushing shit, but if that is the case, lil bitch, line up and race it (yeah, nah)

Pape and swag yeah, I keep 'em adjacent (yeah)

I'm out your league bitch I'm too far from basic (yeah)

Gave y'all the outline, y'all still couldn't trace it (yeah)

G-Gave y'all the outline, y'all still couldn't trace it, huh (nah)

And lil shorty fucking wit the spread, And lil shorty fucking wit my head (yuh)

But I can't let these hoes bring me down, cuz I'm steady focused onna bread, huh

I'm smoking on gas, lil bitch I'm on Mars

Onnat luxury shit, no regular cars

I love the guala, I love the bread, I love the carbs

Feel like Mason, all I see is numbers (yeah)

Peep the jeans, yeah, they Undercover (what?)

30 stick clap like some thunder (bitch)

I'm the shit, you gon need a plunger (facts)

You talking down, yeah, you finna suffer

Hit wit 30 rounds yeah, you finna slumber (yeah)

Hear the speakers bumping, yeah, we ear drummers (yeah)

Why does he think he like me, boy, I wonder? (yeah, yeah)

Huh, you pass me the rock ima three

B-Biting my swag can't do it like me

Y'all **** trash, and y'all shit obsolete

And I'm biting her neck, I got blood on my tee, huh (yeah, yeah)

All black fit up in this manor

This hoe push up with no manners

You need aid, not kool like jammer (what?)

You need help yo ass can't stand up

Fuck this hoe, my dick gon jam her

.762 this shit ram ya

I got that hollow tips, finna wrap around his head like a fucking bandana

Feel all my **** that's locked in that slammer

Sipping that Quay, I sip dirty Diana

Y'all **** trash, I can't help, not the answer

I'm fucking this hoe, and she move like a dancer, huh

They say I'm the bad man, I made all these dumb bitches cry, yuh (cry)

How the fuck I'm the bad guy? Only care bout gettin fly (fly)

Run up on me **** that's suicide

L-Look how the doors go up, yeah, suicide

9012 shit all my **** gon ride (yuh)

Y-You not like me, lil ****, step aside

I can't take dressing like you, yeah, swear to god I'd rather die (yeah, yeah)

Huh, if that **** stay talking down it's up, swear to god bullets finna fly (yeah, yuh)