Huh

Huh, Glock, ten mill', get 'em

Stick, ARP, hit 'em

Swap the hoes out, I did 'em

Swap the clothes out, I did 'em

Raf Simons, Rick O'

005, YVL, bigger than the Big Show

I ain't gotta tell her, huh, huh, I know his bitch know

Throw it in sport, this a Range Rove'

Bustdown, bustdown, chain go

More chains and whips than Django

Took his chains, I'm bold

Cut her off, I'm cold

VVV, woah-woah

Yeah, VVVs, woah-woah

My pockets deep, uh, like cavities, woah-woah

Uh, shoppin' sprees, she like, "Daddy, please"

Uh, so fuckin' geeked, I went Vietnamese, uh

Got Ken with me, uh, that's Baby G, uh

I spread cheese, yeah, yeah, bump his knees, yeah

I'm the man to me, fuck what you sayin' to me

Money long, centipede

Yellowbone, make her tease

Told Cam, split that key, both of us done had some seats

Hundred cars, it's a fleet, whole gang got SRTs

Shawty ate the swag up, it's contagious like a disease (Yeah)

Need my swag back, send that cease and decease

All-red coupe, huh, I been throwin' up B's

Might recruit ya, lil' ****, sign to me

I don't got on no designers, mm, my partner made this shit (Yeah)

I made an M before you signed off your first splits (Damn)

You hit it first, but she was the first one swiped off the list (Fire, fire)

My new coach John Madden, I just sent the blitz (Ha)

I know them racks comin', that's why my palms itch

The simulation glitched, a young **** rich

Get hit with brass knuckle, got ice all on my fist

Don't be like the last sucker, lil' pussy-**** don't exist (Smack)

Pull up— pull up, the Men In Black (Ha)

Pull up like Men in Black (Yes, sir)

All of my bitches, they fuckin', they comin' right back, back, back

Hand me that bitch and I'm runnin', I'm runnin' right through like a running back, yeah

I know some hoes who gon' come suck and lay on the gang like a doormat, yeah

If you got a problem, then say that, bitch, hold up, say that (Say 5)

Strap up my digits, I'm flyin', up in G6, like, I'm on that (I'm on that)

She be DMing me, liking my pictures, like she horny (Oh yeah)

It's free all my dogs, it's totin' chain gang, they ain't miss a moment (Woah)

Yellow diamonds, yeah, canary, we ain't even have to go to Côte d', yeah

Teen X done told you, I'll blast at you, crodie

I ain't fuckin' bitches raw, your bitch gon' run to toilet, yeah

Bitch ****, get dogged, go in his pockets, she bowlegged (Ha)

I shoot at your motherfuckin' dog, lil' bitch (Five), you know that, you know that, you know that

My pockets gettin' big like Ross, play with that sauce, fuckin' up my hand

She just wanna find my bands, too much sauce, she don't understand

She better hide my texts, if she don't, she get beat by her man (Haha, haha)

Shut the fuck up, dumbass

Freaky-ass bitch gettin' beat up 'bout this shit

Huh, Glock, ten mill', get 'em

Stick, ARP, hit 'em

Swap the hoes out, I did 'em

Swap the clothes out, I did 'em

Raf Simons, Rick O'

005, YVL (We did it), bigger than the Big Show

And I ain't gotta tell her, huh, huh, I know his bitch know

Throw it in sport, this a Range Rove'

Bustdown, bustdown, chain go

More chains and whips than Django

Took his chains, I'm bold

Cut her off, I'm cold

VVV, woah-woah