(DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)

I'm slidin' Bentley coupe, paper tag (Mhm, mhm)

She don't work her ass off, she get no ass (Mm, mm)

I'm with a thicker bitch, she got more ass, way more cash

High class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast

Crackers hit the block, I spinned out, I move too fast

I must been the victim of some drug abusers

All I hang around is drug users (Uh, uh)

Really came up out the slums too

Why you tote that gun? You know you ain't gon' use it

**** go for anything, gettin' bamboozled

Don't know where I'd been if I wasn't makin' music

But they know where I been, they just go check on Google

Don't matter where I go, they know I'm keepin' a tooly

Don't matter where she go, she know I'ma run into her

Tired of givin' **** game, **** treat me like a tutor

Call me Gary Vee, givin' out too much game

The more I run up my check, the more that bring me more pain

Remember me and dog was spinnin' up in that Mustang

Bustin down P's, we sellin' the grams the Pat way

She gon' come home with a sad face

Play with Boston, it's gon' be a bad day (Uh)

One of my goals dyin' like on the runway (Uh)

Thuggin' ****' street like goin' on a blind date

I'm slidin' Bentley coupe, paper tag (Mhm, mhm)

She don't work her ass off, she get no ass (Mm, mm)

I'm with a thicker bitch, she got more ass, way more cash

High class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast

Crackers hit the block, I spinned out, I move too fast

I must been the victim of some drug abusers

All I hang around is drug users (Uh, uh)

Oh, here they come when I have the funds

Pushin' through, we havin' plenty guns

Standin' on that business, we ain't havin' fun

'Nother one, ain't the same coupe, this another one

Slidin' Bentley coupe, jump in another one

This ain't the same bitch you see here, this another one

Fuck with them, we lockin' in with them, then we stuck with them

Fuck them bitches, I ain't never trustin' them

It's gon' be a bad day, they piss me off

I'm doin' one-fifty with a bad bitch on Biscayne

Before that bag came, I swear I was havin' more litter days

I was fuckin' the ho for the free, but now it's like I gotta pay (Yeah)

VVs havin' clarity, mm, thinkin' to myself like, "Who the fuck wanna marry me?"

I'm out here sellin' tree, I'm wherever that the trappers be

I gotta be on beat, I know they out here plottin' on me (Yeah)

Bust down, diamonds havin' clarity (Yeah)

Tell me why they wanna wake up the savage in me?

However you actin' in front, just please do it in the back of me

I'm tired givin' fronts, don't know why these **** keep askin' me

Say they got my back, but keep on stabbin' on me

They ain't ever askin' 'bout what happened to me

And my B be in the back of the B

Man, the back of the B (Back of the B, back of the B)

I'm slidin' Bentley coupe, paper tag (Mhm, mhm)

She don't work her ass off, she get no ass (Mm, mm)

I'm with a thicker bitch, she got more ass, way more cash

High class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast

Crackers hit the block, I spinned out, I move too fast

I must been the victim of some drug abusers

All I hang around is drug users (Uh, uh)

(DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)