(Ay t.o, this shit loud)

I'm tryna grind, I'll slap for the P till the money come long like Chan Kardash

Plot for the cash, might just stack, fuck a '90s crash (Fuck that)

I got '90s swag, 140 tempo, I lightly spazz (Ay)

Ain't missing a sec', so it's only right that the scene might finally crack

When I write 16s, the mandem listen, it's like reciting a holy script (They listen)

Holy shit, Runtz just snapped, yeah I know he did (Bow)

I'm a bony prick, I don't hit gym, I see packs and lift (Mm)

I need more food like the fattest kid

I just need to blow, get racks and dip

Might blow up then cop me an island

Island Records all in my DM, like "OMG man, we gotta sign him" (Bow)

I never did run from Trident, liars, I never did trap or gliding (Nah)

Been stuck in the stu' for the longest time, my rap sheet got bare mileage

Only right that we pop, it's timing (Trust me)

Prada cuff on my jacket, you ain't seen these pieces man, don't lie

Swaggy step when I come to the label meeting, I know damn well I won't sign

Fuck do you mean 'bout 15K?

T made that last quarter, running it up, selling beats online

We done made that like multiple times

I'm skinny and white, but I might just go take your ting (Jheez)

Tryna make the money dance, true-say make the paper sing (Bap)

Runtz pack, don't play with him, we're the East Side's best, blatant ting

I might just step out, grey trackies and sliders, understated ting (Ay)

More time man step, it's Sunday's best, Carhartt jeans with the Nike Airs

Bad-boy crep, man I got bares, scuff my Maxes, I couldn't care

Fresh box, fresh pair, I got vintage drops I ain't even rocked (Bow)

I'm spoiled for choice, man what should I wear?

(Ah, yeah)

I got unreleased pieces, unseen, you man are shopping at Boohoo Man

The gyaldem rocking PLT, and they pissed it's dead, like "Boohoo fam" (Bow)

Half of these man got clothing brands, at the end of the day, they're dead, my bad

Me, I just put on the finest Prada kick with the Fucci hat

New trim, Fred Perry polo, Forces same colour as cocaine

I step with the gang, I ain't doing this solo

Switch on the guys? No way, no way (No way)

Ain't feel no pressure, like José

Did I link that ting? I can't say

She wan' get freaky in public, I tell that one that I ain't Kanye

(Fuck that)