Ah, oh

I hate long intros, ****, this shit is

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Oh

Bae, hold my stick, I'ma roll the blunt

Ayy, you get licked, ****, I'm the one

Maskin' up, bandanna cover my face, get you done

You don't want problems, it's funny, it's only begun

**** be broke with no money, go flex in the club

How you dressed up in designer and look like a bum?

I been flexin', swear to mama, I could bench a ton

If you don't wanna get clapped, then ****, should run

If you don't wanna see the MAC, then shut up

Big .30 on me, I'm clappin', what up

Shoot out the sunroof, I'm totin' the drum up

Pussy, you cappin', I know you won't run up

Been seen a million, it still ain't enough bucks

**** hatin' as long as the moon or the suns up

You be talkin' too much, ****, get to the action

I got a full tank and you gettin' a fraction

Move back 'cause the burner is, uh

Move back 'cause the burner is packin'

That's the .30 shootin', he ain't knowin' what happened

He was wide awake and now it look like he nappin', ooh

How could I make up my mind?

Christian Dior or the Louis Vuitton

All this money on me, ****, I think I'll retire

I think it's funny you **** get way too inspired

I spared your life, should be grateful you **** alive

**** 'bout the family, I'm prepared to go die

They tryna eat off my plate, but they ain't down the ride (Ah, ah, ah)

Ah, ah, ooh (Ooh), ooh

Hit from the back, your shorty get (Ooh)

Hit from the back, your shorty get crazy (Ooh)

Pop the Percocet, your shorty get lazy

I got the packs of the white, man, I feel like the 80's

****, I'm totin' the pipes so you're not gonna fade me

****, we taking your life so you're not gonna, ooh

****, the internet beef shit it really don't phase me

I'm not a regular rapper, bitch, treat me like Jay-Z (Ooh)

Ooh, gettin' money on my own

**** be gettin' money on the phone

**** be gettin' money, it's a loan

Ayy, **** is talkin' to me, watch your tone

I still keep my chains on at home

I sent the birds out, they been gone

Bust it open, bad thick red bone, ooh

Uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh, uh)

**** ain't pop out, you ain't the bad guy

Ayy, that ain't drip, ****, you isn't that fly

Y'all shit cap, got nothing to rap 'bout

Hit your bitch from the back, I'm pullin' her facts out (Pullin' the tracks out)

Ooh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Graah