[Intro]

(Rok on the track, Rok, Rok)

(Rok on the track, yeah)

[Chorus]

Knew I was gon' play with them guns since a kiddie

A menace, you'll probably get shot just like Ricky

Wr-wr-wrist in the pot, you get cooked up like chili (Woo)

I bring the strippers out the club, they come with me

I'm taking more drugs both than Bobby and Whitney (Rok on the track, Rok, Rok)

Bottega boots, but I'm still tuckin' the semi (Rok on the track, yeah)

"Ayy, how you perform with that lean in your kidney?"

I dropped outta high school, I don't use a pen

My nigga got murders, so he in the pen'

My bitch a Kardashian, branded by Skims

The devil in Prada, I look likе a Sith (Hey)

A messiah bitch that love monеy and scammin'

Seven car lot, I rock this out in Turks (H-hey)

If every bitch I already fucked had a twin

I'd probably just fuck 'em and tell 'em to kiss

Your broad just asked me for some Givenchy kicks

[Verse]

I hop out the bed and I put on some Gucci

I'm gettin' some head in my motherfuckin' Gucci

My-my ho tryna beat a bitch up like Karrueche (Woo)

The dirtiest cup, I ain't sippin' kombucha (Red, woo)

I don't like these bitches, them feelings be mutual

I'm fuckin' these thotties, they enter my room

Get neck when I want like I'm hangin' a noose

Tryna turn up the trap, we don't turn on no blues

[Refrain]

Yeah, it's still fuck all these itty-bitty artists

Got some hookers and killers that come from that project

We should chop off your head for a lil' bitty price

I got infrared beams, now you turn to a target

I was just a kid when my dad got indicted

Pop out my cocoon and buy me a new Masi'

That white boy said my weed is fuckin' exotic

Got two different greens that's in both of my pockets

[Chorus]

Knew I was gon' play with them guns since a kiddie

A menace, you'll probably get shot just like Ricky

Wr-wr-wrist in the pot, you get cooked up like chili (Woo)

I bring the strippers out the club, they come with me

I'm taking more drugs both than Bobby and Whitney

Bottega boots, but I'm still tuckin' the semi

"Ayy, how you perform with that lean in your kidney?"

I dropped outta high school, I don't use a pen

My nigga got murders, so he in the pen'

My bitch a Kardashian, branded by Skims

The devil in Prada, I look like a Sith (Hey)

A messiah bitch that love money and scammin'

Seven car lot, I rock this out in Turks (H-hey)

If every bitch I already fucked had a twin

I'd probably just fuck 'em and tell 'em to kiss

Your broad just asked me for some Givenchy kicks

[Refrain]

Yeah, it's still fuck all these itty-bitty artists

Got some hookers and killers that come from that project

We should chop off your head for a lil' bitty price

I got infrared beams, now you turned to a target

I was just a kid when my dad got indicted

Pop out my cocoon and buy me a new Masi'

That white boy said my weed is fuckin' exotic

Got two different greens that's in both of my pockets

[Outro]

Bottega boots, but I'm still tuckin' the semi

Tuckin' the semi, tuckin' the semi

Bottega boots, but I'm still tuckin' the semi

Bottega boots, but I'm still tuckin' the semi

B-B-B-Bottega boots, but I'm still tuckin' the semi

Tuckin' the semi, tuckin' the semi

Bottega, Bottega, Botteg-teg-teg-teg—