He got a vest, but that motherfuckin' neon don't got a pot, I'm gone piss on a peon

Stick big as fuck, type shit I can lean on

Bitch like a puppy, she follow I lead on

All black fit but I still got the green on

I am the shit all these bitches gone fiend on

She like to talk but she can't get the freak on

I seen her knees man I know what she be on

Don't give a fuck 'bout your whip or your V8

Come 'round this way and your whip it's gone get ate

I took his money he can't get a rebate

Talk all that shit on the gang I'm gone heat face

I seen the V notice shit from the tee on

Spent all that money for shit he gone bleed on

I seen the papers, type shit I'm gone read on

Lil' homie snitching just so he can be home

Talk to your bitch, don't go talking to feds

Get off them socials, shit got to your head

Talk it and walk it, talk shit 'till I'm dead

Glockie get hungry I fill it with led

I'm back on they head like a motherfuckin' mullet

White boy rick drip, told him to cut it

Fuck up your stain I'm gone leave your ass running

Try to get bold and get stuck in the gutter

Hit up my bro said to send me 500

Came back with a band I'm gone get to the money

I'm on the road told 'em keep this shit coming

I'm gone do whatever to keep this shit running

I'm gone do whatever I'm gone do whatever

Keep metal on leather to fye this shit up

Tornado weather, I'm sliding wherever

Go grab the loose ends and tie the shit up

He light as a feather but try to act bigger

He finna get humbled for trynna buck up

Oh he tried running off, Yeah I just flip that

Lil' homie stupid, got drop from a snapchat

I keep a stick in a versache bag

Know why they talking I been had 'em mad

Acting like kids tripping over the past

If I rip a bag I get it off fast

I like triple digits put that on the dash

Stay getting active but stay on the low

Two .30s in here if you pull up it blow

Lil' homie junkie he wiping his nose

He want the dirties, the percies, the blow

Pull out my phone send a text to the bro

We got the drop and the stop and the loc

It's fuck an opp 'till the day that I'm gone

You try to run up and we stretching him long

I keep hoodie when it ain't december

Cause shit getting cold bodies wrapped like the winter

I got his bitch trynna eat it for dinner

I know that she like me come fuck with a sinner

Come ride this wave then I hope you a swimmer

I buy my shit cause I like how it glimmer

My homie partner got caught in the ringer

I ain't seen him since he just spinning and spinning

Get off my dick, came with the stick

Me and xanbo only dropping the hits

Came with the glock in my bag and I can't ever lack and if I up the shit I wont miss

Keep it a brick, don't cap on your shit

I'm just gone run up my bag on a bitch

I'll keep it a brick, that isn't this

I'm not a robber, I'm marking your fit

Wasn't the one that you thought talked shit

I'll send a hollow before I send a diss

You talking crazy, you might get hit

Finger get lazy, got stripes on the bitch

He post on his story, we snatching his

Chain

He like to talk and then claim he insane

I don't like to talk, I just let this stick bang

He tryna compare but we just ain't the same

I'm rockin true, I don't need the Balmain

Ya'll just be leechin, I ain't tryna hang

Yeah I been vamping, I pull out the fangs

Don't give a fuck bout that shit you claim, look at my homie, the fuck is he saying

Look at my gang, these fuckers insane

I feel like Polo, just hop on a plane

He must be stupid, you think that I'm playing

I don't wanna fuck on her, just want a brain

He talk in the set man, we just get to spraying

Bet he don't know we go on in the gang

I keep a stick I'm gone hold up the rock

I don't like to fight but lil homie got socked

He talking that shit till his shoulder got hot

Say he cold hearted, these bullets a heater

Homie on dick tryna get him a feature

His bitch say she love me, I couldn't believe her

I dump the whole thing inside of my liters

I get to sipping in love with the drugs

He throwing deals, I get love from the plug

Talking my shit like yeah, what's up

I spent a band just to double my cup

I spent a band just to double my cup

He got a vest but that motherfucking neon

Don't got a pot, I'm gone piss on a peon

Stick big as fuck, type shit I can lean on, bitch like a puppy, she follow, I lead on

All black fit but I still got the green on

I am the shit, all these bitches gon' fiend on

She like to talk but she can't get the freak on

I seen her knees man I know how she be on

Don't give a fuck bout your whip or your V8

Come on his way on your whip it's gone get ate

I took his money he can't get a rebate

Talk all that shit on the gang I'm a heat face

I seen the V notice shit from the tee on

Spent all that money for shit he gon' bleed on

I seen the papers type shit I'm gone read on

Lil' homie snitching just so he can be home