The drank man just pulled up told em ring on the Doorbell.

I need a lil' eighth of the za I can tell by the dank Smell.

If a young **** sippin' on a drank, you can tell That he ain't well.

And a lil' **** coppin' my moves, you can tell that He ain't there.

YSL all of my fragrance

Now this lil' bitch want my baby

I pull up in a brand new Mercedes

For the racks, fam, you know I got rabies

And I told him, "lil' ****, I won't let the racks coerce me, I won't let it change me".

I ain't finna stuff all my balls in the pit Cause you Know that I won't let her play me

GEN 5 Glock in the inside of my pants cause you know that I'm a hood baby

Every time I do a show, I need 30k up front on the daily.

White bitch wanted a Birkin

Black diamonds, ****, I'm surfin'

Fuck ****, always be-turfin

Bet they don't know I be lurkin'

Fiend bitch hit up my phone for a G you know I'ma go ahead and serve it

I ain't no muzzy, but I'm puttin' money right up on your head, no turban.

I ain't no gangsta, but every day I gotta go ahead and sip me some bourbon.

Promethazine Codiene, inside my gut, I'm burpin'.

Uh-huh, meds in my body, you know that I'm geekin'.

Uh-huh, he sayin he got put on the racks, he tweaking'.

Uh-huh, I feel like I'm Carti, my music be leakin'.

Uh-huh, talk down on the gang, it's gettin real devious.

Changin' my clothes like switchin' the seasons

I cannot give this lil' freak bitch, any of the chips, She always be leavin.

I put triple sixes all on my whip, you know it's a Demon.

How this lil' bitch gonna switch on the gang? She Go ahead and commit a treason.

How this lil' **** gon' switch on the gang? Like, My ****, what was the reason.

I put the racks in the back of the Bentley Bentayga, and then Im gon' leave it.

I got too much of this high fashion on my body, I Know you can see it.

I got a GLE-43 AMG, ****, you know that I mean It.

The drank man just pulled up told em ring on the Doorbell.

I need a lil' eighth of the za I can tell by the dank Smell.

If a young **** sippin' on a drank, you can tell That he ain't well.

And a lil' **** coppin' my moves, you can tell that He ain't there.

YSL all of my fragrance

Now this lil' bitch want my baby

I pull up in a brand new Mercedes

For the racks, fam, you know I got rabies

And I told him, "lil' ****, I won't let the racks coerce me, I won't let it change me".

I ain't finna stuff all my balls in the pit Cause you Know that I won't let her play me