[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Fifty Grand)

Okay Fifty, yeah, ha

[Verse]

Yeah, yeah, big stepper, I'm a big stepper (Yeah, yeah)

I just walked in with my Cs and we in Margiela

Every city I be in, I know the bank tellers

Niggas frontin' on the 'Gram act like they ain't jealous (Ha)

Niggas clownin' on 6ix9ine act like they ain't tellin' (Ha)

Tell this bitch get out my face, no, you ain't special (No)

Thirty hanging out my Glock look like a tape measure (Blatt)

SVJ, in autumn orange, yeah, the paint special

She ain't tryna fuck Lil Wick then she must hate pleasure

You be smokin' on bullshit, man, you must hate pressure

I don't never take no L, I just take straight lessons

Me and Slay just walked in Fifths, yeah, we some great dressers

Pray to God, thank Him for everything, He stay blessing

Ain't no lacking, man, you know Kan just went and got eight weapons

All that talking out your neck gon' get your face severed

Finna go and cop this Gallardo for like 87

This bitch all up in my phone, you know I hate questions

I been working day and night, man, this my eighth session

Greenlight help me shoot like Allen on them '08 Celtics (Yeah)

She like, "What's the name of your denim?" This '08 Helmut (Woah)

Just for a minute, she gon' fuck and give great helmet (Woah)

But she is not mine if we don't rock the same necklace (No)

Niggas still rushin' me to drop, please give me a second

My last drop gotta be in first, no, I can't place second (Ha)

I ain't finna do that weird-ass shit, that's all you (No)

If I got something to say, bitch, I'm gon' call you

Keep thinking you a big dog 'til we turn you to dog food

And I see you got you a Glock but is you gon' use that? (No)

And you say you're a real nigga, well, you gon' have to prove that

I done got caught with that fire, had felony charges on my back

I don't give a fuck 'bout them charges, I still ride around with two straps

Fifty round drum in this bitch, now you know Wick can't wait to use that

C39v2 with the folding stock, finna have fun with that

Say you fucked my bitch, that's cap, fuck it, I'ma let you run with that

I'm tired of these weird niggas talking, I'm finna end the discussion (Yeah)

Ain't satisfied 'til they stop breathin', my demons got 5 years of comin'

These niggas too pussy to me, the XD gon' fuck 'em (Blatt)

Need your location, call Weiland, damn, we got you, it's nothing (It's way too easy, oh yeah)

Finna take my lil' baby to Fifths, we finna go get some Alyx (Ha)

And then we flyin' to Miami, and yes, we gon' fuck on the beach (Ha)

You get on the beat and eat, I get on the beat and I feast (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh, you got a stick too? Capeesh, well let's see who end up deceased (Blatt)

These niggas, they love to post me, but that shit ain't worrying me (No)