If you're near a convenience store right now, any type of twenty-four-hour store

Go into the store right now and put your hand in the cash register for no reason

Their money is your money as of right now

Yeah, huh, huh

I got 'em turnt, they done woke up a beast

V12 machine, yeah, it's blood in my seats

Draped in the leaks and I'm throwin' up Crete

I cracked the code, I ain't needin' no cheats

Ain't on my level, these **** beneath

I push the pedal, that bitch got a wing

**** don't stand up on business, they cap for the image, he fakin', gon' let him Beijing

Double-dutch tennis chain, that's on my body while fuckin' a thotty, she say she done came

I'm a real boss, man, you not the same

Put on that chrome for the war in the rain

Call up some pussy, I love when it's pink

She say that she love me, I really love drink

I really love money, it ain't no mistake

A5 cut when I go steak

It's her loss, ain't gon' spin 'bout you

Let off twenty-one shots out that motherfuckin' Drac'

I'm in the stu' like what is a break?

Go hard in the paint and I'm only a rookie

I move like a vet, I'm becomin' a threat

I need all my respect, gon' collect like a bookie

My hundreds, I took it

Margiela, Marni, my bitch want some Pucci, she ride me, Suzuki

OVO vibes, this shit gettin' spooky

I got a 'fit and a new jack, Pookie

The way I seduce her, she don't wanna lose me

I'm too damn groovy, my life is a movie

Out in New Orleans, I'm dressin' like Juvie

Diamonds, they hit off my mouth, no rubies

I got 'em turnt, they done woke up a beast

V12 machine, yeah, it's blood in my seats

Draped in the leaks and I'm throwin' up Crete

I cracked the code, I ain't needin' no cheats

Ain't on my level, these **** beneath

I push the pedal, that bitch got a wing

**** don't stand up on business, they cap for the image, he fakin', gon' let him Beijing

Pull up, I'm huggin' the curb with the gang

Concrete diamonds on all of our chains

Ready to psych out, I been lost my brain

I can't feel the pain, it's hard to explain

Gettin' this pape' from Atlanta to Spain

I'm so lit, I don't need me a flame

Mud in his eyes, I'm in my own domain

They see that I'm poppin', they hop on the train

That clip or the plane

Flight attendants tryna serve me champagne

True to the game, she fuckin' that ****, he probably a lame

You chasin' that clout, no, we ain't the same, on God

I got 'em turnt, they done woke up a beast

V12 machine, yeah, it's blood in my seats

Draped in the leaks and I'm throwin' up Crete

I cracked the code, I ain't needin' no cheats

Ain't on my level, these **** beneath

I push the pedal, that bitch got a wing

**** don't stand up on business, they cap for the image, he fakin', gon' let him Beijing