I don't fuck with rats, no, I don't fuck with snitches

All my ****' religion realism

I got a bando full of bad bitches

With a badder bitch to keep a eye on them bitches

I be spittin' bars, I be spittin' bars, fuck around and cough up a prison

Lil' BGTY told you, you better mind your business

Goddamn

That boy be shinin' up in these streets, goddamn

I heard he want twenty thousand dollars for a feature, goddamn

Spend some money, lil' homie, stop bein' cheap, goddamn

Ten thousand dollars, buy fifty bottles on me, goddamn

That boy done came up on his feet, goddamn

That boy put VVSs all on his teeth, goddamn

Your bitch all on my D, goddamn

Ten thousand dollars, buy fifty bottles on me

Ten thousand dollars, buy fifty bottles on me (On me)

I'm walkin' in the club (Uh), and your bitch all on my D (All on my D)

I done came up, lil' homie on his feet (Good Lord)

They tryna copy my style, but got caught tryna cheat (Oh)

You say you're a man, but not man enough

You say you're a boss, but not boss enough (You ain't boss enough)

All your **** hungry, your **** hungry, your clique lookin' like bums (Your clique lookin' like bums)

My chain make their stomach hurt, take Tum-Tum-Tum-Tum-Tums (Oh)

These VVSs sittin' perfect, oh my God-God-God-God-God (Yeah, bitch, bitch)

I go dumb-dumb-dumb-dumb-dumb

Dumber than California (Dumber than California)

Your bitch actin' funny (Bitch actin' funny)

'Cause you ain't makin' money ('Cause you ain't makin' money)

****, I shine hard, I shine hard, and by the chance, my name in Sunny

Pyramid flow, I wrap tight like a mummy (Yeah)

Goddamn

That boy be shinin' up in these streets, goddamn

I heard he want twenty thousand dollars for a feature, goddamn

Spend some money, lil' homie, stop bein' cheap, goddamn

Ten thousand dollars, buy fifty bottles on me, goddamn

That boy done came up on his feet, goddamn

That boy put VVSs all on his teeth, goddamn (Uh, goddamn)

Your bitch all on my D, goddamn (What? What?)

Ten thousand dollars, buy fifty bottles on me (Ayy, ayy, what? What?)

Uh, black magic, armor on with the colorful, I'm shinin' (Shinin')

Used to drug traffick lil' back in the day, makin' cash money, big timin' (What? What?)

Brick a dope for seventy (What?), block of coke for thirty (Boom)

My gold roaches heavy, couldn't fix their face with surgery (Hahahaha)

My table full of Rihanna (Uh), paper full of that ganja (Yeah)

Don't me make send a wave of pirañas (Uh-uh)

All my ogres totin' them llamas (Boom)

It's a jungle in this club (What? What?)

Chinchillas and minks (What? What?)

Fifty bottles runnin', what's up? (What's up?)

Lookin' like I just robbed the Brinks (Oh)

You smell that stink, she know I'm rich, include the best just to write-off

She workin' on that dick like she won't never take a night off

My watch one of one, inner-city, say that's my cheat

F-I-E-N-N-D, plaques on my wall and not my teeth

Goddamn (Boom)

That boy be shinin' up in these streets, goddamn

I heard he want twenty thousand dollars for a feature, goddamn

Spend some money, lil' homie, stop bein' cheap, goddamn

Ten thousand dollars, buy fifty bottles on me, goddamn

That boy done came up on his feet, goddamn

That boy put VVSs all on his teeth, goddamn

Your bitch all on my D, goddamn

Ten thousand dollars, buy fifty bottles on me