Nah this shit different, ain't finna teach you how to swipe a card

I was knee deep into scamming **** but was stealing cars

My first lick was a hellcat dude, it had me ducking law

If you ever felt the chain I dropped, it make ya neck fall off

I was bipping in some slow shit, until I drove a charger

Huh ima real striker boy, i always keep a chopper

Four pints poured up in the pop, it had me seeing doctors

Fuck rapping, diamonds hit so hard, I'm finna be a boxer

I'm the richest in my class, so I could never care

So much money spent up in my closet, i don't know what to wear

**** talking paper in my presences, lemme grab a chair

The police want my demon, drop my lo, it's just to make it fair

Don't ever hit my FaceTime, you gotta call my cell

Ion like to show my face for real, that's how I went to jail

Had a scammer bitch back in Cali, I had her posting bail

40 shells, will flip a **** car, and send him back to hell

This ain't your first time lacking, you gotta experience

In the station, i ain't say a word, I make them curious

Damn I left my phone unlocked, like man she was furious

I don't even know if that's my bitch, we not serious

Ok cool, a **** talking crazy, lemme grab the chop

In the charger, wit a ARP, I never stop for cops

On his Instagram, waving poles, but all them bitches props

He don't won't no smoke for real, the Glocky got a trigger swap

That mean that hoe go brdrr

You feel that switch, and make yo life flash

The Hoes was feeling me, around my neck it was a ice bag

We don't call it tricking if I f*cked, I'm just giving back

**** claim they real inside that court, until they facing max

Yo boyfriend ain't no f****cking rapper, girl you know that **** trash

The night I took the Jake's up on a chase, I had to rip the wrap

Huh, this a race for real, wit money I ain't ever last

Got a text, that told me come over, I rather count up racks

Bitch, I ain't tryin' to make you bust, I'd rather bust a strap

My man's known for takin' ****' cars to let him touch your scat

He wants to drive a hour away, that's an extra rack

If you can slide for real, go both ways and then roll it back

Yeah, no, for real, like

If you can slide for real, go both ways and then roll it back

Bitch, that's gon' let me know somethin'

If you can slide for real, go both ways and then roll it back

We in all the fast shit, I'm with my **** Len

Crash a Lam' truck and hurt my hand, I need a pop a ten

Just gotta Deuce of drink, I need a pop again

All my **** liftn' heavy metal, but this is not the gym

Ill walk a **** down, but this not the crim

Had bro put some hoes on him, but he is not a pimp

I pass the ball around, bro, I am not a simp

Can't nobody put me in the air, bro, I am not a blimp

That's the leg maker

When they hear that comin' down the street, bro, that's a head breaker

We don't never write no statements, that's a fed paper

Pop a ten before I fuck the bitch, bro, that's a bed breaker

Yeah, man, this shit is sport

Y'all need to stop that rap shit, that be soundin' forced

And you need to do somethin' with your bitches, y'all be gettin' whored

Pull up purple charger with the hips, ****, that's the torch

Bitch, yeah

Pull up purple charger with the hips, ****, that's the torch

What the fuck goin' on? What up, Len

Aight. Aight