Aye

The coupe is digital, the roof just went invisible

I'm too original, the moves you make predictable

The new traditional, you new **** is pitiful

Don't do subliminals, this shit a get real political

4:48 in the morning, I'm in this bitch wit' a P of the best strong

Thinkin' bout all of the warnings that I den gave, it's time you get stepped on

You **** is practice, even Picasso needed something to sketch on

Fresh outta casket, bout to put you in that bitch, now tell me who dead wrong

My mood just switched

I'm hot, I need a cooling kit

My top, I just might lose the shit

The block feel like a movie script

The plot just took a super twist

The cops, they be on stupid dick

The za, **** I'm full of that shit

Flew pass my ex crib, I was bumpin' this shit in a Cullinan

I'm rockin' my mans shit, not the one that you seen, but the other one

I fuck with this bad bitch, eat the dick up it sound like she mumblin'

Like, where is your manners boo?

I need some answers too

Like, why do y'all play with me?

Must wanna wake the beast

They wanna walk in my shoes

Make sure your laces freaked

Make sure you pay the fee

The shit I'm smoking hit like major league

Hit every ZA that's from A to Z

The whip I'm pushin' look make believe, bitch the

The coupe is digital, the roof just went invisible

I'm too original, the moves you make predictable

The new traditional, you new **** is pitiful

Don't do subliminals, this shit a get real political

4:48 in the morning, I'm in this bitch wit' a P of the best strong

Thinkin' bout all of the warnings that I den gave, it's time you get stepped on

You **** is practice, even Picasso needed something to sketch on

Fresh outta casket, bout to put you in that bitch, now tell me who dead wrong

Can't wait to catch up with y'all, cause I know for a fact that ain't none of y'all standin' on business

Y'all not the same by yourselves how you are with the guys, that is not a relatable image

I hear what **** be sayin' don't make me come shop with you boys and pay you a visit

I'm uppin' the ticket, ooh and I'm lovin' the feelin'

They know who runnin' the city

Its turnt, its hot, its litty

It's damn near five in the morning, I'm still up plottin' on ****

Just might go digital dash and crush 'em with the hand clock in the center

I can't lie, I live for this shit, I'm tryna up the score

I can't lie, sometimes I wake up and hope y'all try the boy

My bitch mad, said she need some space, meet me by the store

Press a button, which whip ima drive? eeny miny moe, I'll take the

The coupe is digital, the roof just went invisible

I'm too original, the moves you make predictable

The new traditional, you new **** is pitiful

Don't do subliminals, this shit a get real political

4:48 in the morning, I'm in this bitch wit' a P of the best strong

Thinkin' bout all of the warnings that I den gave, it's time you get stepped on

You **** is practice, even Picasso needed something to sketch on

Fresh outta casket, bout to put you in that bitch, now tell me who dead wrong