Everything I rap, I done seen or done it

Your trap ain’t doin’ nothin’ like Chick-fil-a on Sunday

Boy I’m on your top, you could merch that shit

Talkin’ bout what I got, I put in work for this shit

I ain’t talk down on nobody, I just ran my check up

The vette got red guts, tell them boys to catch up

It’s rules in this shit when it come to bossin’ up

You can’t ever trust a bitch that talk too much

You gotta stay on they top to keep from goin’ under

Stay humble with this shit ‘cause God’ll take itfrom you

Gotta keep n****s out your business, n****s be super goofy

All this money I don’t know how to act, just like a Tubi movie

Before I give a hoe a bag, I blow a bag in Louis

Remember them boys had the ball, they ain’t even alley-oop me

This shit goin’ on, this shit spectacular n****,

We drive rolls Royces like they Acuras n****

We don’t talk on iPhones ‘cause they tappin’ em n****

I was ridin’ Nissan, now I’m turnt to the maximum n****

Ten piece chicken every pocket, this bitch swingin’ like McDonald’s

Fuck n****, no I can’t be guarded, I’m Dlow Wembanyama

(It’s a half a mil in that bag right there n****, it’s another quarter mil in that bag back there)

I won’t beef with none of these pussy n****s just point me to the chicken

I seen my young n**** Christmas list, only thing on there was switches

Take them fake ass Louis shoes off, you ain’t gotta fake kick it

Get in the pot and hit that bitch with a stiff arm like I’m Derrick Henry

Boy, we really havin’ shit,

Pull off in a hellcat doin’ magic tricks

Get your own motion, you ain’t gotta ask for shit

Walk in the dealership, I’m payin’ cash for this

(Real street n****, I ain’t had a dollar to my motherfuckin’ name n****, now I walk in Benz n****, and I grab 250 out that bag and buy that bitch out right the showroom)

N****, let’s get some things straight

Punch a n**** in his shit, then bond out the same day

N****, I told the plug keep it comin’

All these pink and blues on me look like Easter Sunday

Boy, you hear them horses when I start it up

Still will pull a juug quick, like baby, “You party or what?”

You better book me if you want to bring the streets out

I hit Johnny with 200 to switch my teeth out

(N**** this shit really goin on, n**** this shit huge, n****. I might wake up today and count 600 n****. And I go to Rolls Royce and blow that same 600 tomorrow n****. The motherfuckin’ biggest n****, fuck you talkin bout n****, motion. Talkin’ bout that bitch n****, your bitch look one time n**** that bitch good asgone n****. We them n****s putting on n****, got this shit goin’ on n****. Humble n****, but I pop my shit, you fuck n****s can’t fuck with me n****, straight up. Free the real n****s up the road, merk city, you know what the fuck goin’ on, 46 Za, n****)