(Fye you gon' crazy on this beat)

Huh, I got a kit and the Benz got a kit, so you know I don’t need that bitch

I got a kit and the Benz got a kit so you knows—

(It's raw when you need cash only)

Ayy, yeah

I got a kit and the Benz got a kit, I don't wanna be twins with ****

And I'm still with the family, move like the mob, you dig? Twistin' up fingers

When you rock two thousand dollar cologne, shawty, the smell gon’ linger

Rockin' the rocks and post on the block, my **** get geeked like Bieber

I'm in Miami with all of my jewels, gotta' keep me a heater and an eater

The party was quiet when we pulled up, walked in now it’s havin' a seizure

I don't give a fuck about a **** believin' in me, I done made believers

**** wanna dead the beef pay a hunnid thousand, now I got amnesia

And the crib big like Caesar's, and I’m under your skin, need tweezers

Funny how **** be hatin' on the players, always sittin' in the bleachers

Private jet to Ibiza, I'll leave a bitch quick, won't beat her

If my brother ever need me I'ma be there

If you're on the other side, we don't need ya'

I don't need nann rap **** feature

In the spider, the 'Rari, the Creature

And the shit I did, I look up to God but I can't be nobody preacher

I ain't nothin' like ****, y'all rappin' to rappers and think that shit gon' complete ya'

Savin' these hoes, they stab you right where your cape go, bye, nice to meet ya'

I done hit every bad bitch in my district down to Nicki, Felicia

I don't put watches on none of my hoes, I ain't clockin' or Pluto neither

Watch how I push my Peter (Skrrt)

I can turn up her life and leave her (Yeah)

If he cross me out once, this get back gang, the revenge feel better when it's sweeter (Ha)

That pain go way off the meter (Ha), yeah, she bad but I don't need her (Ha)

I'm duckin' the problems, that ain't about dollars, then please, don't talk to me neither (Ha)

On a real kill streak heat seeker (Ha), got a two-three clip no tinker (Ha)

Chanel bag hold up the fire (The fire), but it swing off the hip like a beeper (Brrt)

Send a fuck **** straight to Allah, all this cash in the room I could cry

It's a potion of power and money, when you raisin’ the bar they gon' plot (On gang)

These boys so lost, they bots, I don't do no damn TikToks

My wrist on chandelier, it's showroom ready, it's straight out the shop (Hey)

[This ho wanna K-Pop (K-Pop)?], she wanna get geeked, ‘kay, pop ('Kay, pop)

Real king slayer I strike, fuck till her knees got knock (On gang)

That's what teachin' gon' clock it, huh, rich **** shit, how I pop it, huh

I can put it right in your hand or send the wire, it's too many options

All you duckin' paparazzi, we get caught up turnin' toxic (Facts)

Outside creepin', movin' cautious, this a three-in-one chance (Yeah)

To be, why you like AJ Dybantsa, FIP beatin’ down on ya speakers

IPS the world still sleeping, move like chess, the rap game tricky (Okay)

Everything change for the better, now you miss me (Uh, huh)

Shit fucked up, how you wanna use me?

Just 'cause you was here temporarily, don't mean you really even knew me

That's the old me baby, he'll die by this bitch if his ho get fucked

**** be bitter ‘fore they ever get bucked

Extra tender get slimed, get swiped (Brr)

Even if I'm wrong my bros gon' be standin' right there ready like shit alright

Onside steppin' like Sigma Phi, if I'm lyin' then I'm flyin'