[Intro]

Damn

Shout out my Marino Gang niggas

A$AP Mob niggas

Maxx B, Max G

Saan and Naj, and everybody the fuck else

They be like, "Chizzy, where you at?"

[Verse]

You know I'm all on my busy shit

Bought up the DKNY on my illy shit

Them bitches fake, but yo, this what it really is

Swerving on freeways on Philly shit, all on some silly shit

Gulping the brown, got no etiquette

My shit ridiculous

Start to finish, I be killing shit, baby

Pull out the Lambo' to park the Mercedes

Whip game all crazy because of

My cadence, my flow, and my bars, and my shows, and my placements

Bugatti, Ferrari, then Maserati

These bitches is foreign, but so is my property

All of these bitches got corny ass properties

Ugly, moody, poor as a pauper be

All tryna copy me, can't afford parts of me

I was too humble, I was too modest

I let y'all sleep on the months of the progress

Waking y'all up with y'all own corny watches

'Cause my shit so silent, forgot where my watch went

And so many diamonds, can't tell what the time is

All in my space, I be asking where Tom is

Training these bitches like Thomas

Whole crew behind us, but they in Bahamas

I told them to chill, get the fuck out the projects

'Cause when you legit and you all on your shit

Vacation is valid, the trap always lit

Anyway, I been out stacking my paper

Tryna get richer and richer and richer

So now I charge a couple racks for a picture

And picture me months ago, nothing, no dough

Just some Kool-Aid in pitchers, sharing with niggas

Now it's like figure, I'm making these figures

'Cause they like my figure in dresses and sneakers

And for future reference, don't ask for no features

I don't give a fuck and I never will neither

They ain't believe that your girl had that ether

Now I wear Louboutins with my Adidas

Still chiefin' Keef like I'm Wiz Khalifa

No being bougie, I grind 'til I'm bleeding

And that's the blunt truth that you niggas be needing

Thinking shit sweet 'til you taste what we dealing

That molly real bitter, it might get you fiendin'

Battling demons and falling on cement

Might have you dreaming, might have you screaming

Bars, not the molly, I know I be scheming

I'm killing these niggas and I got good reason

These suckas been winning, I don't like the feeling

I know I'm a goddess, but don't catch no feelings

I'm just being honest, I got too much realness, woo

They ain't even peep that, nigga

They ain't even peep that I was on my street swag, nigga

They ain't even see that I be really where I speak at

I could take the fuckin' streets back, nigga

Shittin' where you eat ass nigga

Creepin' where you sleep ass nigga

Never could be my guy

You'll be going bye-bye, nigga

No lie, my nigga

Don't try my niggas

All black on 'cause they really ride, my niggas

Not 'cause it's stylish, I promise, my nigga

Pay ya homage, little bitch, I'll kill ya

And don't ever wonder

Don't really know you if you lacking on my number

All very simple

Chynna so chillin', nah, Chynna so gentle

Should've been killed you, but Buddha insisted I wait 'til I'm perfect, I couldn't resist it

It's over for niggas

In Soho with bro-bro, cash out on the denim (All white)

Them bitches ain't want it

Them bitches ain't wait it 'til they saw me in it (All right)

My vision my vision, you can't see my plans, boy

Y'all niggas know guns, but forgot 'bout your hands, boy

I'm stunting on you and your crew and your man

I would say your chick, but she clay in my hands

Quicker than sand, I hope you understand

Not to be fucked with, I'm changing your plans

And don't touch my chains

And don't touch my braids

And don't touch my money, you'll touch a nice fade

It's like every day it's a new fucking wave

New fucking story, some new fucking slaves

New fucking questions 'bout who's new today

Who's competition and who in my way

Who's who in music don't matter to me 'cause I'm giving these styles and this crack all for free

It's like I'm a dragon, I'm balling like Z

It's like I'm a Simpson, Apu all the strings (Apu all the strings)

It's like I'm a Simpson, Apu all the strings (Apu all the strings)

It's like I'm a Simpson, A-

You know I'm all on my busy shit

Bought up the DKNY on my illy shit

Them bitches fake, but yo, this what it really is

Swerving on freeways on Philly shit, all on some silly shit

Gulping the brown, got no etiquette

My shit ridiculous

Start to finish, I be killing shit, baby

Damn

Start to finish, I be killing shit, baby