Ha, ha, ah, ha (Vinxia, you know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout)

Ha (Avii, this is nice)

Ha

Pushin' kush, I made a dollar off of profit, can't complain

Never looked down on the bottom 'cause it's how I got my name

When you see 'em, that's a diamond, if you 'bout that shit, get paid

Hit the backstreet nighttime and light the block up with that flame (Pew, pew, pew)

I was losin' it, I tightened up and got that shit again

Ran that shit up with no problem, watch it all go down the drain

Tryna make me feel good, bring me blue bucks and drank

I'm the one that got it crankin' in my hood like I'm Lane

In the studio, I'm blankin', big boy toolie on my waist

If they run in here, I'm anxious, hear a boom like the bass (Bah)

In New York, it feel like yard 'cause I move with a shank (Pew)

Hit the horn on beats, I run shit over, move out the way

'Fore they ranked me, I was rankin', you can take that to the bank

Me and the crew on private planes because we flew in with that bag

Lost my partners to the system, started losin' my faith

That was when they flicked my section up, I do this shit for game

Pop out like a rockstar (Yeah), spray paint on a cop car

Swing the door and hop out, bake us like a Pop-Tart

They ain't seen nothin' like this in my city, knock they socks off

Ho can't do nothin' with me 'less she tryna get my rocks off

Dread swingin', guns slingin', live life like a shotta

Rappin'-ass **** gon' make me pop 'em when they pop out

High-speed in the Track', this bitch'll get away from five stars (Huh)

How you make it happen? I'm a natural, wasn't even tryin' hard

Chanel, I'll buy it for her, Birkin, I'll buy it for her

Told her wait in line for it, new watch, I got time for her

Graduated from white prison boxes, now it's time for 'em (Times)

Eighteen, shippin' Cali packs, my mama had to sign for 'em

Take every single dollar out my account if I lied once (Mm, on my mama)

Dog shit on me now, ain't wait to pop out when I saw somethin' (Already poppin' out, ****)

Ridin' without no shine, he must be fakin', somethin' not linin' up (Yeah)

Rap shit off the grind, these dogs can finally get a crime up

Pop out like a rockstar, spray paint on a cop car

Swing the door and hop out, bake us like a Pop-Tart

They ain't seen nothin' like this in my city, knock they socks off

Ho can't do nothin' with me 'less she tryna get my rocks off

Dread swingin', guns slingin', live life like a shotta

Rappin'-ass **** gon' make me pop 'em when they pop out

High-speed in the Track', this bitch'll get away from five stars

How you make it happen? I'm a natural, wasn't even tryin' hard (Yeah)