What you got? The John Wayne shit, man

Fuckin' gun out with the 007 compartment, man? Damn

Well, the way you dress, ****, you ain't got to worry 'bout those cats

You'll be invisible up in the club

Real street ****, I can show you how to get some money

Dope boy dreamin' for Celine, didn't have no clothes, was bummy

Can't go out the country, but I still fuck bitches from London

Pockets with hunnids, can't smoke a dead opp if you ain't done it

I can't let no RICO pull no ace, I'ma backdoor me somethin'

Every day stay prayed up 'bout the weight, serve the dope to my cousin (Yeah)

No big dog, lil' bruh gotta get more weight, he a ho, he a puppy

I fucked this bitch and sent her out her way, she a ho, she ain't nothin' (Walk down)

Smokin' on three opps, mixin' dead faces for nothin'

Slidin' with three choppers and these bitches from Russia

Pounds in the trash can, sounds of a scared man

I done seen a grown **** turn to a dead man

Real street ****, I can show you how to get some money

Dope boy dreamin' for Celine, didn't have no clothes, was bummy

Can't go out the country, but I still fuck bitches from London

Pockets with hunnids, can't smoke a dead opp if you ain't done it

You never say shit, B

Just come out the blue

I'm just tryna picture Mr. Jefferson hustlin' on these streets, haha