Bring the bottles out, 1Up shit on— (Classic)

Yeah (Okay, Jones)

Yeah, 1Up ain't no rap group, ****

Tch, huh

Bring the bottles out, 1Up shit on all the club signs

I make real **** music, I can't make no club song

Five-star steak and brussel sprouts at Kumo Rooftop

Light ten in each pocket, that's just on the cool side

These **** gossipin', they sippin' tea, I sip Miami Vice, huh

Before the annex came, we used to hit Miami nice

Had to stop tryna be humble, like a pimple, I'ma pop it

Swear these **** ain't nothin' like us, been had dog shit since a minor

I'm a real face, every time they see me out, they takin' pictures

Used to get my bitches took, look at me now, I'm takin' bitches

Had to cut some **** off, I see how loose they make decisions

It ain't no smoke, it ain't no beef, my ****, I just can't take you with us, huh, huh

Got the black truck foggy, all the weed smoke, huh

My bitch wear Saint Laurent, your ho still wearin' Shein clothes

In Puerto Rico, eatin' pico with some Chrome Heart jeans on (Huh)

I be so hard on myself, had to sit back and breathe, huh

They think I made it far, but this ain't shit, I'm tryna hustle harder

I ain't too rich for no run, I still'll bust a corner, huh, huh

Still'll bust a jugg and spend it on my daughter

Mama told me, "Boy, stop postin' pack, that's how you become a target," huh

I go sit on the beach for peace of mind, I need some time, huh

You would think I'm deaf, before they switch, I see the signs

You would think my ex-bitch broke, every time she call, she see declined (Huh)

I'm out the mix, you see me out, you see a dime and see some Don

Bring the bottles out, 1Up shit on all the club signs

I make real **** music, I can't make no club song

Five-star steak and brussel sprouts at Kumo Rooftop

Light ten in each pocket, that's just on the cool side

These **** gossipin', they sippin' tea, I sip Miami Vice, huh

Before the annex came, we used to hit Miami nice

Had to stop tryna be humble, like a pimple, I'ma pop it

Swear these **** ain't nothin' like us, been had dog shit since a minor

I make real **** music, I can't make no club song

Five-star steak and brussel sprouts at Kumo Rooftop

Light ten in each pocket, that's just on the cool side