Pull up with my ****, pull up with my clan

And my ****, they got sticks like the Taliban

I just came up real quick, with no fuckin' plan

I just gotta get this guap, do you understand?

When—When I'm fuckin' on his thot, she like holding hands

Where—Where the fuck my Gucci belt? It hold up my pants

I might knock a **** off, fuckin' with my bands

I-I got one, two, three, four, five, six, hoes on my dick

I just called my mom and I told her I'm gon' be rich

I can't take no L's, baby no, that don't exist

Now I get more money than I'm used to

**** switchin' up like the season do

When I was broke as fuck, where the fuck was you?

These hoes just want dick, they want all my blues

Catch me in the whip with my brodies

All my **** ball just like Kobe

And-and I got the same birthday as Kobe

That means I'm the goat

Fuck the bitch and I count the dough

Rey Mysterio, got 'em on the ropes

I need bills like Huxtable

My bitch so untouchable

Told my twin "I trust you bro"

I take off like vamonos

Fuck school, I ain't feel like writin' notes

Trapped out, **** thought I went ghost

(Going ghost)

(Let's go, let's go)