I can't say too much cause my **** they be making noise

Watch how I jump out the bed with a Glock 19 like it's B04

Play her like strings I ain't talking guitar

You on earth but I'm somewhere in mars

You might just see me and Che up in charts

Ain't nun but I'm goddamn sure

Can't fuck with no goddamn whore you know

Give me the ball I'ma score you know

It's four-sona I'm throwing up four you know

I'ma shoot out the rue like Euphoria

And I did it again thought I fucked on your friend, but you don't even know half the story Though

And it's like little spec doesn't run out of drank so I tell the lil **** to pour me up

I got a Glock like its BO3

Bitch its four-sona you not on my team

I got a Glock and it came with a beam green

He ain't even on my team

He ain't even trying to win I said again

I had to cut off some friends

Demon in my phone talking bout' a plan

(Yea...yea)

Feel like duwap kaine

He tried to run but no he can't (Yeah yeah)

I'm stuck in a box some ways

I'm stuck and I'm lost some ways

My bitch she bad she lost some weight

He want a feat it's gon' cost em wait

Jump in the sauce and I lost'ed em wait

How far we going like all the way

Bitch I'ma ball, Penny Hardaway

She made me throw all my heart away

I had to go through the harder days

I got a plug say he "Pardon me"

I'm a real **** its part of me

Got number nine with the Prada jeans

He take my chain then I start a scene

Tell that **** we is not the same

Me, Che and Kash going all the way

Told her baby I'm one call away

**** be sleep but I'm quite awake

Bipolar I told her I'm lying I think

Bitch I'm wearing mink, and Prada my jeans

Told her bless me up like a **** done sneezed

She fuck with the gang cause we buzzing like bees

And most of these **** they not in my rink

Bottega it's pink

She wet like a sink

Get put on a tee

Like give me your ring

I got a lil broad and she Vietnamese

Like bitch I'm too sick

Like I'm a disease

I hop right on Grailed just to cop me a piece

If my **** hungry I told him to feast

Get shot in the lung

He can't even breathe

(Skirr)

What you doing don't please her

Bape on me, please don't touch my jacket or my T-Shirt

IRL's be laughing think it's funny I don't need them

TrackHawk was to fast they was like no I didn't see them

I bought a white tee, most these **** they can't see me

With Spec I feel like bee cause these **** wanna be me

And my bitch a barbie like she came from Gonja

He want a feature **** we gone fine him

Lil bitch on me got designer

And I been serving all these **** like Diners

With a chop on me

I got a Milly no rock on me

I got like two no Pac on me

And I can't name a **** that's stopping me

Like she wanna fuck, Kay, Flock on me

I been on top now that lil bitch she topping me

Lil bitch i made it don't fuck with no floppery

I might just catch me a body that Glock on me

They call me the band-man

Me and Che got bands man

They don't understand man

I'm too hot no fan-fan

I got a drank like Kankan

My bitch she bad and she slammin' like Bambam

Bitch I'ma shoot out the roof when I point it like Xanman

My tint is dark like it came with a tan man

I told her give me one chance

Put her right in a trance

Slime but the room all red

I can't fuck with a fan

Three on his head like Chance

You ain't slide with yo mans

I promise it really depends

Slide with a mac on blast

We cant have no truce no

We might shoot on mute

Wrist hurt when I shoot

Ricks look like a boot

I can't even choose her

Che just got a 38. might aim at your medulla

Told her I ain't knew her

Choppa got yellow, green beam like Jamaica

Bitch I'm a god man I feel like the savior

And I go to Balenci to get that shit tailored

Romani spec what the fuck is you saying

I get you gone for a band and a band

Don't fuck with **** like Ku Klux Klan

Give a fuck what you saying I'm smoking this plant