Pull up with the fuckin' semi, yeah, it's on my hand

I just got a fuckin' milly, yeah, it's in my pants

I pull up in a fuckin' hemi, yeah, I'ma spin

Yeah, yeah, you ain't ever hearin' me, I just popped a Xan'

I ain't even tryin' to fuck that bitch, I want her friend

You never been with me, you is not my set

I pop a Ben', homie, I don't ever regret

I don't forgive, homie, definitely don't forget

Yeah, I'm choppin' off they heads, yeah, they die on the gang

Yeah, you know I hit that bitch, yeah, we slide, then we stain

I pull up, bitch, yeah, we slide in a Range

You ain't even fuckin' with me, you is not my gang

I get big bags, homie set up

I don't even fuck with you, put your bread up

You ain't even talk nothin', you ain't said nothin'

And let's go talk about it, stack your chips up

I'm talkin' hella bags, yeah, I'm gettin' richer

And I just took another hit, it ain't Nic', yeah

I just hit your bitch, it wasn't with a blick, yeah

I just pulled up with a blick on my shit, yeah

I'm just talkin' 'bout hella fuckin' bags on me

I ain't even talkin' to you, all the cash on me

I just pulled up with a bag, know the gat on me

I just pulled up with the Mac, know the strap on me

I just kill 'em all, bitches, I don't fuck with ya

I just pulled up with a stick, I'ma bust triggers

I just pulled up on your bitch, I don't nut quick

And I done got a whole 'nother bag, it's up quick

I just pulled up with the bag and she gon' hop on it

I just got a new phone, I ain't gonna talk on it

I just got a new phone, I got you blocked on it

And I done got a new home, know I'm locked on it

Pull up with the fuckin' semi, yeah, it's on my hand

I just got a fuckin' milly, yeah, it's in my pants

I pull up in a fuckin' hemi, yeah, I'ma spin

Yeah, yeah, you ain't ever hearin' me, I just popped a Xan'

I ain't even tryin' to fuck that bitch, I want her friend

You never been with me, you is not my set

I pop a Ben', homie, I don't ever regret

I don't forgive, homie, definitely don't forget

Yeah, I'm choppin' off they heads, yeah, they die on the gang

Yeah, you know I hit that bitch, yeah, we slide, then we stain

I pull up, bitch, yeah, we slide in a Range

You ain't even fuckin' with me, you is not my gang

I get big bags, homie set up

I don't even fuck with you, put your bread up

You ain't even talk nothin', you ain't said nothin'

And let's go talk about it, stack your chips up