Facedown I’m hurting

Heatstroke burn up like a furnace

I’m in the back and we swerving

Checker flag for the gold yeah I earned it

“Who’s that on the speakers?”

Me, bitch, know the fuck that you heard it

Biting on me ain’t even a remix

All of my homies are demons creeping

All in your room

Point and shoot but we playing no doom

Sega Genesis all in my room

Plug meeting like 11:00 or noon

Day dreaming I'ma shoot for the moon

In my bag I been counting up bread

Yeah I don't really give a fuck what they said

Run up on you ima take your doubloons

I know you mad (wait hold up)

All of my bitches is bad

All of my homies wе stepping in Raf

All of my pockets is flowing with cash

Yeah I been drowning I don’t need a raft

All of my garmеnts I been counting the tags

Might get you clipped I might get you tagged

You wanted a picture post on the Gram

I just been busy been stacking my bands

I’m with you girl and she making some plans

We at the club and she holding my hand

Talking bout you how you making her sad

Puffing on gas I’m smoking that pack

Opps coming yeah we bouta attack

Out the window and we aiming the gats

Need a jacket cuz I’m taking this flak

Like Sparrow

Hop out the box like Jack

Dolce Gabbana the pants

I got Louis Vuitton on the bag

And I’m making more room

For the clothes in the back

Red dot on the stendo Mac

Shooting through the walls I ain’t talking no hack

Trust me when I say I ain’t mad

I promise that you’ll fuckin know when I’m mad