I'm a king like it says on a JD bag

Took two pulls got sent to the backrooms, what did my man put in my pack

It's crazy the way that they lovin' the music shit, beat just laced with crack

Quick 1-2 with the plug just pass me the ball, hash and it come too dank, might bill it and inhale that

Boujee studio, back then it was bake in the bedroom I feel brand new

Mom's chattin' bout is there a plan?

Now we just spit and the P come through

Crazy hot in the booth, fuck sake why there ain't AC in the stu?

L ping me the ball, shoot like Kanu

We bout to blow real soon

Bars hit like corn, man squeeze it

I gotta stick with the mandem, adhesive

Vault full of heat streets sayin' release it, ridin' the wave, rudeboy I ain't seasick

See it, I want it, I need it

Cop that, tryna see stacks increasin'

Bare loud in the stu man's wheezin', firm that, cuh I gotta get them P's in

I gotta go out and get it no tic, the plug want direct debit

Bitch, my phone on mute, don't ring if you bell it, we stay outside don't beg it

Can't name me a verse I ain't shell, Runtz just put it in a cross man head it

Private shubs, invite only, them man stuck in the yard on Reddit

3.5 in my side bag damn that stinks (uhh)

Nuff of the time man stash loud packs might skate to the shubs no rink

My bank expands, your ting shrink, too much dress now your bank look sick

Buss it, the IV drip, too lit, fuck it up like YG did

L'z and Runtz on the track, get spin

Got T on the beat as well, need me a bad one, Blu Cantrell

And true say I been needin' a T break, loud in the room I might as well

Bossman AUX crtl, crtl, step in the shubs's high as hell

Ciroq with the ice that's mine as well, will this rap thing blow only time will tell

Will this rap thing pop, inshallah

Tryna see all the gang them winnin'

Quick toke on the Scottie Pippen, them man skunked don't know why they trippin'

Me and Runtz on the beat that's twin just spinnin', John Cena I been chillin'

Fresh pack that's same day shippin', Amazon fresh how the pack stay stinkin'

Always said that I can't but I can, nearly a mil on my debut track

Bonnie and Clyde was in like two hours, time is money, I need my stack

We still ain't missed, these rappers pissed cuz they know they can't match my swag

Who's that in the back, it's man, cuh I'm way too fried don't look in my bag fucks sake

Too late for a wake and bake, amount of time that I spent with the fakes

She's hurt, in a state, oh shit my fault like Kwákz

Peak, it's her loss like Drake, Medusa, cut the head right off the snake

Stinky pack, from L.A., two Z's for bros take that to the face

3.5 in my side bag damn that stinks (uhh)

Nuff of the time man stash loud packs might skate to the shubs no rink

My bank expands, your ting shrink, too much dress now your bank look sick

Buss it, the IV drip, too lit, fuck it up like YG did

L'z and Runtz on the track, get spin