[Intro]

Bitch

(Bally B on the beat)

Digging Cookie out the— yeah

[Verse]

Digging Cookie out the 'bow, I don't smoke out zips

Hopping out the 'Vette, fifty on me on some show out shit

Deadstock man, wear 'em once, I'm known to throw out kicks

Up twenty-one on the opps on some blowout shit

Oh, he nappy-headed? .223s get his 'fro picked

Last shot, Jordan, on my GOAT shit

Four figure play, I do my dance when the phones ship

Warning to the wave riders, you'll get your boat flipped

Designer trench coat, mixing potion, I'm Professor Snape

Stop talking 'bout the punchеs, heard you featherwеight

Got it out the mud, a strategist, bitch, I'm forever straight

Live my dream now, remember used to pray for better days

In my bag like some Better Made

Cut into the lil' freaky bitch like, "Give me head or skate"

BabyTron, I come first like the letter A

Streets a game of chess, you gon' lose tryna checker play

Still scamming, I been in this Nike Tech for days

Still Tron Madden, still out of town setting plays

In Blue Flame, bitch, I'm mister make the weather change

Flying 'round in traffic, looking for a Scat to race

Back when we was underdogs, we made a lot of brackets break

Wake up and get to this shit the active way

All these posts on the 'Gram, I hope you wore a cap today

Doggie hating in the comments, I just know his shoes dirty

Pocket full of blue hundreds, 'script full of blue thirties

Road runner, I done drove from Oregon to New Jersey

Young as hell balling, damn near need a Duke jersey

Slide down the opp block, look like a nuke hit it

Supreme bust my fucking head, three hundred for two fitteds

SBDSM, it's obvious the crew shitting

Lost some spikes, fuck around, I need some new Christians

Lost some cheese sliding dumps, I got a new vendor

Bitch ask a question, N-O my favorite two letters

Wocky purchase, call Ron 'cause he the juice checker

Diors out the box, I'm a B22 stepper

Threw the nuts on this bitch, it got a new gender

Stand in Track 2s, are you crazy? We don't do Sketchers

Oh, it's snow falling? Bitch, it's Goose weather

Thousand dollar coats, thousand dollar cups, we living fancy

Fake ID in T-Mobile, bitch, I'm Mister Camby

Face card hot as hell, I had to tint the Chally

Opps soft as hell from the city down to Ypsilanti

If I'm lying, bitch, I'm flying, I'm still ten toes

I just scored six, catch me dancing in the end zone

Wii stick with the switch, this not Nintendo

Thirteen slips on the drip, this not a Kenzo

Hundred fresh cards, Damon Wayans, I'm the blank man

Leaving Chase, I just did my "I just bust the bank" dance

I just got the head from your bitch with the face cam

Black and blue Amiri jeans, I'm chilling off the Space Jam

On my laptop, yeah, I'm still pushing years through

The Cookie came from Cali' and the bed too

Leaving Revive, Palm Angels did the sweatsuit

Five star hotel, heard you fucked up at Red Roof