Lotta y'all outclassed

Red and blue - they Switched

Yellow Stones on gliss

Same color my bitch

Left her in my past

Why she still on my dick?

Acting like I'm gon' hit

Told her something like this

All these flows I mastered, huh

He ain't on our timing, standard shipping - way we pack 'em up, express lane, we bag 'em up

Thought it was just Twitter when he lead with all that yapping, huh

Don't you post at clubs with all that talk - that shit get blasted up

Uh, yellow sign - shit get hazardous

Brodie tried to slide on my old work and come and dap me up

Shawty gotta bubble, make it pop, you know what happened, huh

All your business broadcast to the street, we never bragging, huh

Whip came with that leather, uh

Heard he drive a Chevy, uh

Inside white as plether, uh

We came through and wet it up

Swipe life, ain't no debit, uh

Bitch, we running treasure up

This ain't Bleach, but I can't feel a soul

Bitch, get your pressure up

I smoke on medicinal, smoke - I do my dance and uh

This shit here electric - Jimmy Hendrix, my soul amplify

We was blazing woods, he blazing up wicks, he cry by candlelight

We win, brodie can't stand the sight, hate me, but he a fan of mine, go tell 'em ****

Lotta y'all outclassed

Red and blue - they Switched

Yellow Stones on gliss

Same color my bitch

Left her in my past

Why she still on my dick?

Acting like I'm gon' hit

Told her something like this

Lotta y'all outclassed

Red and blue - they Switched

Yellow Stones on gliss

Same color my bitch

Left her in my past

Why she still on my dick?

Acting like I'm gon' hit

Told her something like this

Uh, what's in my drink?

Three bad hoes 'round me, they calling me baby, no Senor Pink, uh

Shawty came from Cuba, said she want me, so we linked, uh

They gon' make transactions for the art right 'fore I blink, Divmond's rink, ice cold!

You see the afterlife

Even through guided prayer, you can get clapped tonight

Roll twenty, it's nothing, blow three with my cousin, we higher than satellite

I move assassin-like, kill 'em 'fore you hear the battle cry

Called me bitch, now I'm dogging his momma

He get hype, now the carpet designer

Red on the cuff, it look custom

Cut out the carpet and hide it

Hope in the coup and I dust 'em

Peek through the tint that's your harlot inside it

Bandwagon, all 'em behind it

They heard y'all shit, and now all of 'em quiet

Know my name, but ain't talking about it

I been a subject, hush if you upset

They rather listen than talk, and I'm up next

He bark loud, but didn't grow from a pup yet

Compromise this? Nah, fuck that

I'm with the gang, and we smoking on musk rat

Busta like: "How did you touch that?"

We don't take kindly to shots, and we bust back

Lotta y'all outclassed

Red and blue - they Switched

Yellow Stones on gliss

Same color my bitch

Left her in my past

Why she still on my dick?

Acting like I'm gon' hit

Told her something like this

Lotta y'all outclassed

Red and blue - they Switched

Yellow Stones on gliss

Same color my bitch

Left her in my past

Why she still on my dick?

Acting like I'm gon' hit

Told her something like this