Ayy, and I'm in the spot with Zaytoven

Y'all already know what the fuck goin' on

Ayy, h-h-heard **** say they was fuckin' with me, **** capped out they mind (Gang)

What the fuck was they thinkin'? (**** not fuckin' with me)

Got **** mad 'cause I'm countin' up bread everyday, every week, yeah that's my motivation

6 in LA, smokin' exotic gas

Hit it straight to the face, eyes low like a Asian

Cut the bitch off we don't have no relation, y'all **** dick ride (Zaytoven), that's a new occupation

This might fuck up the nation (Might fuck up)

My road trip be y'all **** vacation (C'mon)

**** half of my size, if he tryna run up, I'ma beat the boy ass, ain't no placement

Link up Max, the twin threw me the lob

That bitch top me so good, give her 5 star ratin'

Brand new crib, the community gated

I fuck bitches of all kind of races (C'mon)

Shit I'm talkin' gon' feed generations, I been had six figures, y'all not tryna go there

Bitch all I rock is designer, I'm steppin' in Marni, I told the lil' bitch, "These is Mohairs"

I'm sippin' purple, no Bonnie

I feel like Muhammad Ali, knockin' shit out the program

Beam on the Glock, this shit godly

Your bitch suckin' dick just like soccer, she ain't using no hands (Sit back), gang

Evil Empire

You already know what it is, pussy

Pardon the interruption, for this little smoke break

Ayy-ayy

This a mini Drac', not for accessory (Woo)

I fuck model hoes, why is you testin' me?

I get geeked out my body excessively

.44 Bulldog, gon' shoot, I ain't wrestling

Need to pay me a bag to get next to me

Block that ho once a day, she be stressin' me

I just fucked on your ho accidentally

30 rounds in this choppa, get 10 a piece

We got rackies too, what y'all boys wanna do? (Bitch)

I got more fuckin' wheels than a carnival (Skrrt)

Lil' twin ready to spill like some fuckin' juice

Had to get off the pills 'cause I fuck with Juice

Richer than all my idols, can't fuckin' lose

**** can't run a mile up in these shoes

**** love actin' wild, they never do shit

I got **** that's dyin' to run into you

Have my twin throw a bomb, that's Cam Newton

You ain't talkin' no bag then I can't do it

I don't gotta talk shit, let the fans do it

I can't peep that boy shit, had to glance through it

That's yo lil' bitty bitch? **** ran through it

Been had money before the advance

VS1 diamonds sittin' on my wrist, I been shittin' on ****, they ain't have a chance (Brr, boop, boop, boop)

Gang, all of my bitches be grown

Don't know what these **** on

I've been the one since I came out, I'm back in my zone, time to put these **** on

.4-.4-.44 Bulldog, it keep barkin', tryna find a bone

Bitch, I got it on my own

I'm rockin' Issey Miyake, mixin' shit with Chrome

I'm Mr. Put-This-Shit-On

Fuck from the back, got that bitch recitin' all my songs

N-n-**** with me, watch your tone

Most of these **** that you would think are really real, really is sweet all along

I-I-I walk outside with that stick up on me, this for real, **** I be all alone

Most of the **** I'm ridin' with be in the field, **** you be on the phone (Pussy, brr)

Gang