What I name an eater, wouldn't believe it, he would make a wife

Broski rock the slim fit, won't even cop it, they don't make it tight

I'm a big baggy, Marc Jacob pants, stepping type of ****

I'ma turn your shit up, make your price go up, type of ****

Just as quick as that pack came, I want it gone, out my sight

Fuck a Twitter beef, he hatin' on me, give that shit a like

What I name an eater, wouldn't believe it, he would make a wife

Broski rock the slim fit, won't even cop it, they don't make it tight

I'm a big baggy, Marc Jacob pants, stepping type of ****

I'ma turn your shit up, make your price go up, type of ****

I'ma turn my hoe up, you a blow up, phone up, type of ****

Type shit, type shit, type shit, type shit

I'm tryna get rich, you a hope I don't type of ****

I don't even wear my Ricks, all these little **** hype to get them, type shit

Type shit, type shit, type shit

I be on some Fresh type shit, I can't even fuck with **** who don't live this life

Even half of them that get to this point still don't do it right, type shit

No action, they just like to type shit

Type shit, type shit, type shit

Shit like that, type shit, type shit, type shit, type shit

Shit like that, type shit, type shit, type shit, type shit

Shit like that, type shit, type shit, type shit, type shit

Wife a hoe, that's the type shit, I can't do it

Round my way, always show me love, I came through

Start my day, gotta roll me one to get through it

Type shit, type shit, type shit, type shit, type shit

Type bitch I like, wouldn't even look your way, honestly

Typing all day, bitch just pull up on me, come and see

Counting up this cake, put the icing around a hundred G's

I don't see the point in interacting, we ain't talking cheese

Like my bitch say, be for real

Just as quick as that pack came, I want it gone, out my sight

Out my sight

Fuck a Twitter beef, he hating on me, give that shit a like

What I name an eater, wouldn't believe it, he would make a wife

Broski rock the slim fit, won't even cop it, they don't make it tight

I'm a big baggy, Marc Jacob pants stepping type of ****

I'ma turn your shit up, make your price go up type of ****

I'ma turn my hoe up, you a blow a phone up type of ****

I'm trying to get rich, you a hope I don't type of ****

I don't even wear my Ricks, all these little **** hype to get them type shit

Type shit, type shit, type shit

Nobody know my bitch, see me with her, now they trying to get her

Make disses be direct, like deposits that they send a ****

Type shit, type shit, type shit