I've been chill for a minute, lil' ****, now I'm back on that fuck shit

If I'm not the driver, then I'm in the back You gon' see me hop out in truck shit

My shorty a hulk, you on cluck shit I can't smoke a lot, I get stuck quick

If you make a lil' peep, I might shoot shit With some capos who know to cap off quick

Shorty nem kill people like Tato Send that **** to God, halo

Skinny jeans, white tee in the Draco Point a finger for what, ****, get low

If she don't let me fuck, I send Rio Face pretty, I think she was Creo

Bari slide off the pills in a Vino Spot news goin' up cause we tryna scope

Bitch, lay a hand on my brother, you viral I make songs for the streets and go viral

I look up to me like a idol I get money, you broke, we not rivals

Choppa sing like America Idol I might make me an app like I'm Tidal

**** pickin' and choosin', they sad If you clouted, just watch how they dick rap

My **** sends babies, can't switch sides Slide down on a **** like landslide

Day and night in the trap like I'm Cudi Not a man, but she call me her buddy

Doin' hits in a dirty-ass dune buggy Lil' **** be killin' like Chucky

If you hit it, then watch, tell everybody Got some bodies, won't tell not a damn body

Got rid of my shorty, she nag too much Got rid of my homie, he brag too much

Don't FaceTime me, shorty, it lag too much Don't bring up my BM, you mad or somethin

Put a stand on the kid, got legs or somethin' You would think I'm a barber once I hit his head

Then watch how the tape will come

Shorty, them kill people like Tato Send that **** to God, halo

Skinny jeans, white tee in the Draco Point a finger for what, ****, get low

If she don't let me fuck, I send Rio Face pretty, I think she was Creole

Bari, slide off the pills in the Vino Spot news goin' up, cause we tryin' to score

Ballin' but ain't got a jumper, I feel like I'm playin' for 2K

Rappers be dressin' like bitches I ain't tryna judge, but ain't this shit gay

In my own lane like a NASCAR I was raisin' a Zoom out of Gascar

Smooth smokin' on gas with no gas car I'm like Dennis B. Fiery, this shit hard

Once I get me a milli, I'm gone Once my pockets got millions, I'm on

From the lower way back to the town Bari, get on your ass like a hound

Money man made it hot on the Greyhound They got shepherds that snip goin' outbound

I don't call my plug, it's just inbound One way, then the pack come and touch down

Hey Mac, I'll see you again