I hit yo phone like what you on, but I ain’t trippin

I come from the block my **** known for water whippin

I’m a syrup sippin dope boy

Slidin in that stolo I can’t wait to get that rolls royce

Had to turn my savage up these hoes ain’t give me no choice

Ain’t no more sippin green

I fell in love with wokeisha cause that hoe make me lean

This how so pretty she ain’t neva need no maybeline

When she not around I want to leave a **** on the scene

How you gone tell me bout the trap when you ain’t took a loss

Devo from the bottom now that boy a whole boss

I’m not with that friendly shit so watch how you talk

I got a car for every year that I used to walk

I went from scamming, Trappin, rapping, and kidnappin now I’m up

You can’t check me bout the life that I live I don’t give a fuck

And I still ain’t kick the cup

See my wrist I hold it up

These labels callin bout a mil shit I just might give it up

I go 730 bout the bros, ain’t beefin bout no hoe, she want to drive the bout but I’m to focused

I had to get it out the soap, had to close the backdoor, tried to stab me in my back and I didn’t notice

These **** cappin talkin bout where they from, I ain’t never heard of em

I’m from the east boy the home of the murder

Pyrex whipper **** get it out the soda

This shine shit faeva, fuck yo gang yall ain’t on nun

Uh

(Yall ain’t on nun)

(Fuck yo gang yall on nun)

(Yall ain’t on nun)

(Fuck yo gang yall on nun)