[Intro]

You are listening to the hottest in Philly

[Verse]

You want him gone? Just cut a check ‘cause it ain’t hard to get him whacked

Blood squirting back, my brother made a fountain out his neck

Number 9 white tee and Balenciaga sweats

Fuck a drum roll, the button clear the Kriss Vect fast

I bring her around the guys, she ain’t mine, don’t get it twisted

I can rap, but I still let it fly

Never met a nigga like Drop, it’s drippy from her thighs

Flame on me, fuck a rapper, put it on his entourage

I’m high the whole day, what the fuck is pre-gaming?

Fucked thе bitch, she ran her mouth, to be honеst, I don’t blame her

You can front a nigga work, he still gon’ ask you for your players

Bitch said she want my baby, I’m ’bout to let her taste him

He think his hoe loyal, he was born without a brain

I don’t travel for vacation, it’s a pound under the plane

I be hating on that nigga Mitch, I wish Money was my name

You don’t need no jewelry when your zip-up cost a tennis chain

A fan said when he grow up he wanna be me, I’m young as you

All-white Ricky fit, bought this shit with pink and blue

The baby Drac’ handle made of wood, I nicknamed it Groot

Bussed on her tooth, the lil’ bitch eat me like her favorite food

Built a bond with the locksmith, he got me making keys

These niggas see celebrities and turn to TMZ

Rubber band man, we hit that damn man with ARP

If I ain’t rich by 22, then y’all can execute me

They look at me like God, I should start my own religion

Had a flight booked, we hit him up and now his stay extended

You would think my lil’ bro from Detroit, that nigga love Dylan

Hit a top and gave a nigga three eyes like Robert Griffin

(Know what the fuc-)

Pussy soaking, dump fast, I leave it on her spine tat

The price to get a verse from me gon’ cost you 5,000 flat

It bounce back, my bitch ass fat like Kurt Angle neck

A trap nigga got bagged up on camera, wait, rewind that