(Sweet Pea on the beat)

You on that on the 'Gram, but in person, you ain't said nothin' (You ain't said shit)

You don't even get inside the car when y'all go head huntin' (Bitch ass)

Told that bitch to put dog on the floor, I got some bread for you (I got five)

The only Black **** on my block, I feel like Craig homie (Uncle Elroy)

Ridin' 'round the city with the chop, my tint five percent

Moni got big bottles for the hoes, this is not a Brisk (This ain't no Brisk)

Just made a free thirty off of shh, finna buy a brick (Boy)

I don't even smoke, but if it's baldie, I'll buy a zip (Need that)

Can't leave my girl no evidence 'cause bitches like to tamper (Sneaky)

I move like I'm the president, I'm textin' hoes in vanish

Oh, that's your bitch? She fuckin', use my shirt as her pajama

Bro a legend with the blues, been on the road since eleven (Get it?)

I fuck these hoes and go across the globe, bitch, I'm a scammer (I swear to God)

Only one place I ain't never swiped a phone and that's in heaven (I been everywhere)

If you got **** that's gon' blow they pole, then that's a blessing (I do)

Think I'm green, you gon' get your ass blew, that's just a message (IPhone)

You'd fuck me if I told you what I made (I swear)

Fuck you thought? I don't chase hoes, I'm the bank

I'm number one up out the city like I'm Cade (Cunningham)

She think we linkin', had to tell her I ain't Abe (I ain't Abe)

Boy, don't get close, got this 19, not the virus

My **** Arv sell Xans, got more footballs than the Lions

I got an Eastside bitch who fuck with banks, but she ain't Tyra (She ain't Tyra Banks)

Reach for your hip, bro gon' blow you, he ain't licensed (Boy)

If I can't make the drop, I'ma hand 'em the assist

When I'm OT, it's like Warzone, I be landin' with a blick

She eat me like a steak and be in New York, she gon' strip (Get it?)

Got his main tryna smell me, I just ran up some shit (Gang)

Cash Gang shit

Boy