[Intro]

Skrrt, Gucci

Yeah, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1]

Betty Crocker cake mix, Ronny Fieg, atlantic Asics

Embrace the basics, capers faceless

My cadence radiates greatness, victory's so close that I can taste it (Uh-huh)

Y'all be shakin' in stations, makin' statements, we not related

Patient, still throw a bullet like I'm Peyton

Pay me my low tolerance for the fuck, shit is blatant (Word)

Never beggin', we bankin', let's get it shakin' (Uh-huh)

Sergio Tacchini sweatsuit, sellin' Reagan (Woop)

Venerated, when I die, I bet a Benz on it (Skrrt)

If you cap or fake, then friends, they don't depend on 'em

[Interlude]

Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 2]

Es Devlin, Da Vinci Code, Fendi robe, digiscale covered in residue (Huh?)

Heavy snow, Henny froze

My little woe got twenty Vogue (Smoke)

Better duck like Donald when I let it go, Heaven knows (Grrt)

Robert Greene with a ratchet stuffed in my jeans

On my deen, Ferragamo goggles, feelin' like Kareem (You heard?)

Future serene, pursuin' a dream

Useable, won't lose it for the cream, bitch, I do it for the team (Yeah)

Mussolini in the Gucci beanie, veni, vidi, vici

Who can see me? Hit a hemi, pull a hamo (Blow)

Claro, vanilla Rayful Wallos

I'm catchin' the wobbles in the staircase while you marinated in sorrow

Sorry, those who love the lord applaud me

Got a army, too accustomed to hunger for you to starve me

But, but we eatin' good (Uh-huh), yeah, we eatin' good

Ruth's Chris steak, put the weed in the woods, let's get it on