Alien OG, yeah, smokin' gas, smokin' gas **** up so wide, I ain't comin' back

In the stew all day, thought I told you that Used to love these hoes, but I'm in love with

Racks **** sleep on me because I'm in my bag

Think your shit is good, but ****, you is ass

Bitch, young flow the greatest, ****, get it last

When I blow, show these **** what they'll never have

Pullin' a demon all black, yeah, **** be wishin' it's yours

Talkin' bout all that shit, yeah, but bitch, you was still in the fort

Louis V. Gucci my bag, yeah, I'm in my Icon in the fort

**** still talkin' that shit, yeah, we comin' that kick in your door

**** be talkin' that shit, but he can't even touch on the pot, that piss

****, they fake, they racks, they cap, remember about all that shit

I walk in the room and I'm wearin' all Gucci, that bitch wanna swallow my dick

Yeah, the diamond, my chain, my bitch, she from Spain

So ****, go pick up my shit, yeah

First of all, all you **** is trash Don't you ever talk shit if you ain't gettin

Bagged Been a minute since we all in racks

Don't you come to my show, bitch, you ain't gettin' passed

Rags are riches, rags are riches **** so rich, might snatch your bitches

When you comin' back, that's not your business **** don't talk to you about no business

Me and my dawg, not friends with snitches Might be the **** askin' to pass stitches

Fuck your bitch, that's bad to bitches If I wanted you a bitch, I'd tell you, ****

I don't really mess with lesser **** But you talkin' that shit, I'ma test you, ****

****, they ain't mad, got the best of **** Now I'm ridin' around town with the Tesla, ****

How many times did I tell all these **** I'm finna take off, yeah, I go, bro

Now when I pull up to family, got all of this ice, more ice than snow, bro

All of these ****, they call me a superstar, throwin' this cash like Romo

Don't give a fuck about a ****, yeah, I'm a real dawg, ain't talkin' talk, hello

Talkin' that shit, but you gettin' real quiet, I'm gettin' real tired, put 10 on your head

P.I.M.'s be talkin' that shit, like my name was Cardi, I'm leavin' the hood red

Tired of all that shit, I'm just tryna rap, I'm just tryna count on my bread

Tired of **** that sayin' they real, but really, they really be workin' for fellas

Told y'all ****, don't fuck with me, I ain't playin' no fuckin' games, ****

Pullin' a Demon all black, yeah, **** be wishin' it's yours

Talkin' about all that shit, yeah, but bitch, you was still in a Ford

Louis V. Gucci, my bag, yeah, met my eye cuttin' in a Ford

**** still talkin' that shit, yeah, we comin' to kick in your door

**** be talkin' that shit, but he can't even touch on the pot, that piss

****, they fake, they racks, they cap, remember about all that shit, yeah

I walk in the room and I'm wearin' all Gucci, that bitch wanna swallow my dick, yeah

The diamond, my chain, my bitch, she from Spain, so ****, go pick up my shit, yeah