I don't know man

Everybody been telling me

They want me to ride out on this Bitch

Ima ride out on this bitch

Let's go

Zoe Trini yeah I got that blood in Me

No I don't gang bang but I keep That Thing on me

Blood money blue strips where it's At I'm coming

If it ain't about that bag I don't Want to hear nothing

Do something

Pussy **** talking but they not Going to do nothing

Russian hanging out the window They all run

Blood in my eyes all I see is red Rum red rum lum lum lum lum Lum

Got these **** running like a Athlete

Jumping over hurdles like they at A track meet

Burner phone just in case they Want to track me

No fingerprints cocktails in the Backseat

Got packs big sacks

Nickel dime selling **** sit back

Got them pulling up for gas like Its Racetrack

Getting all their customers I know They hate that

**** killed my dawg I couldn't Believe that

Living in this cold world I'm like Where my heat at

**** turning into rats they like Where the cheese at

It's sitting right on top of the tech Is where the beam at squeeze that

That's why I'm always lowkey

Minding my own Buisness you Should do the same bro ski

**** steady trying to give me dap But he don't know me

Looking at my Rollie got my Nina Tucked closely

Acting like they tough but they the Type to call the police

Quiet in the streets but steady Flexing on ig

Crazy how some **** get a hoe And call her wifey

Mama said I'm fresh with the Gucci bitch I might be

Icy

Diamonds dancing on me shining Brightly

Likely

Everything I buy is kind of pricey

Feisty

People goto hating they don't like Me

Try me

You going to get checked like nike

I be

On a whole different type of Timing

Sliding

In a two door coupe with the high Beam

Vibing

Smoking on that loud I be gliding

Treat the hustle like it's safe sex I Be grinding

Pockets on big now I'm balling like I'm pac

So go and get a pad cause I got this Shit on lock

I be sippin on that henny I'm not Effin with ciroc

With this fifty pack on me watch Me do my diddy bop

Bop bop bop bop bop

Go and hit them with the bop hit Them with the bop

You never been on the block boy You need to stop

Ever since you got your little Glock

Sending little shots in your raps Like you want smoke you gone get Popped

Get it get it pop smoke rest in Peace to the woo kid

Had mad talent and he knew what To do with it

Dumb with it

Gas getting low ima go fill it

That means I'm not going to sit Around ima go get it

And not depending on a bitch I'm A boss with it

And take advantage of your chick How you **** living

I'm so retarded with the flow they Like how I spit it

In competition with myself I made A proposition

That ima be about my business Ima stick with it

Why you calling her a hoe if you Never even hit it

How you trying to stack your Money but you steady spending

And Why you flexing in that Foreign knowing that it's rented

And how you owe a **** money Taking pics with it

When getting money with your Dawgs you know you got to split It

Always been the type to want to See a **** winning

But for some reason they lowkey Don't want to see me with it

Laid up in the bed pillow talking With their woman

All this behind your back but in Your face grinning

Fake as fuck