Aight, let me talk real quick

These new **** is gettin' on my nerves, on God

Yo', how many fuckin' Louboutins I don' bought before these **** got a car?

Shit, I might have to give these **** rides

You **** might need a taxi

He's textin' me on the backstreet

I ran it up like a track meet

**** stole that flow from me

Now I'm just takin' it back seat

They said I wasn't shit and that's facts cause

If I wasn't a thing then in fact your girlfriend wouldn't be here in my back seat, yeah

Big ass clip, I might shoot at your face

Big ass dick, I might nut on her braces

That bitch 20, uh, 21, uh, I meant that

She said she freaky, wanna fuck, okay bet

Heart attack, broke her face, broke her neck

She said she loved it, called a case, that was wack

Yous a liar, bitch, you said you wan' get choked

I just wanna fuck, I really just want throat

Uhhh, I hate when freaky bitches lie and say they liked to get choked and then when you go crazy they just don't know how to act

Bitch it's Kloud God, I'm not Zeus

I might buy more shoes

I might, I might shoot

10 bands on my boots

All gold zipper on the Balmains fit up

All gold rollie doesn't tock my ****

Not old posted on the my ****

Just 16 with a Glock, my ****, huh?

I think I just raised the bar, uh

You **** drunk, like a Bar, uh

I think I'm high in the stars, uh

Haha, uh, or that's just the Wraith

Henny with no chaser

I might sip some water, lowkey

Yeah, gimme the pack and I might tax that

She gotta fatty, I might tap that

Gimme your addy, we pullin' up to your pad

And then we gon' pull out the rattle and go click-clack, ooh

I ride that bih like a boat with a sail on it

She suck my dick, then I bail on her

I got a pack in the box that says mail on it

Open it up and then sell it all

I'm from the street, man, I feel like Sesame

All of these bitches still be tryna have sex with me

Whip it and flip it, I know the recipe, remember me

Y'all **** was sleeping and now you texting me

Swish

Fuckin' swish, ****

Recycled, and cut!