RFW

Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy

Frr, frr (Ooh, ooh)

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

I just saved gangsta hip hop, ****, everybody back on one accord

Ooh, ooh

Just spent a thousand on some flip flops, ****, imagine what I spend on them swords, ooh

They just broguht that gangsta out me, I been tryna chill

But these bitch ass **** playin' on the internet, what it ain't or is

Who the fuck puttin' the police in it? Who the fuck puttin' they mama in it? (****)

So when a bitch ass **** drop, make sure you tell the police what it ain't is

I'm tired of hearin' rumors, ****, ooh

Tired of hearin' pussy sayin' what they gon' do when I hit the crib

Fuckin' right I'm slidin' bulletproof, fuckin' right I stay in touch with my troops

'Cause they ain't just no yes man, they gon' tell me how they feel

Detective say I'm puttin' money on ****' hats

I wonder who told him that, these **** the fuckin' police for real (Ooh)

This shit get scary, foxes how you find that out?

'Cause I had a bond with killers before the M's (Ooh)

It's like, this shit be like, it's like this shit be fun on the internet, but

When this shit get serious like, it's like, **** get to, you know, doin' this and this when it get for real (Ooh)

My mama know what's up with me, **** think before they play with me

I just met Dro a year ago, but he know what's up with me

Rod Wave say, "Fatt fox, save your money"

I talked to Gotti, he said, "Two hundred percent of this shit", Wham say, "Leave the streets"

I talked to Jook, he say, "Keep hustlin", DaBaby say, "Keep grindin"

I talked to Spit, he say, "Keep yo' faith for me", yeah

That **** don't want beef, he ain't worth it, CMGB

And Durk hit me sometimes like, "Fox you belt to ass with these beats" (Ooh)

Any **** play, they got it, these **** be p-

These **** be pissin' me off, so what I be finna say on the 'gram, I say on these beats

Ooh, ooh, ooh

That's how them foxes sound on them switches when they creep, ****

I'm like forty six thousands, two shows

And I counted by my hand 'cause I like my money real neat, ****

I ain't come fixin' this shit to play with these rappers

I ain't finna start no new beef, I'll go back home 'cause my whole city want me six feet, ****

****, **** know who I got my trust in

When I got the frr, ****

When I got the frr, SRT truck, what I pull up in

I ain't with goin' live, yellin', ****, hollerin' at my screen

'Cause I really got some man that will drop you and pick up ten (Ooh)

Maybach, two hundred, just for the summer

One point one for the new house, ****

That's a fuckin' million cash for my fuckin' mama

Six bedrooms, I got kitchen with me, ****

And I been rockin' the shit out that blue 'cause I'm puttin' up blue hundreds for the summer

Stop cashin' out on them cars, stop buyin' them high-end clothes

Put that money up, word from my mama

And you know your son got you

We came from shit, that's why she started fuckin' cryin' when I showed her six hundred