A street n***a won’t get nowhere?

I’m right here at the top, ain’t I?

Slow ya roll—don’t beef with us

We cook a n***a in the blink of an eye

Cup-shakin’ ass na, the money tight, he ain’t gettin’ by

My bh mad ‘cause I won’t put down the pint—told her give it a try

I f**k all them bougie hoes

N****s wouldn’t even attempt at

We cooked three n****s in a row—

They couldn’t even “Roger that.”

Won’t tell you twice, don’t flex around me

I’ll make you gimme that

I fked that b*h best friend

I don’t even remеmber that

I wouldn’t even call that girl my friеnd—

‘Cause we got benefits

Ain’t no extras in the Glock

I shoot ‘til that sh*t Benedict

Ain’t never think you’d f**k a GOAT?

I’m the equivalent

I ain’t mean to see y’all the same day—

It’s a coincidence

Got D1 on her French tips

All my b***hes got big lips

I got this shiny pole on me—

Let’s see how fast this b***h strip

Hour ride with them bags on me

This sh*t feel like a business trip

Old hunnids and 50s in one pile

It look like spinach dip

We got bricks of that Drake Maye

This sh*t look like my ashtray

I got more of these Franklins than Aretha—

Boy, it ain’t no way

Got a mini scale inside my pocket

I’m tryna see how much it weigh

Might change my name to JaVale McGee

I made a stupid play

Thumbing up and fking a n*a hoe—

Ain’t nothin’ changed ‘bout me

I can’t take no tough n***a serious

Ain’t catch no first degree

Like Dame, I told that girl bring a friend—

I’m ‘bout to hit the three

You got a man? Then keep that to yourself

That don’t mean sh*t to me

Bags came double-wrapped—

Sh*t look like swirl bread

This b*h done lost her mind

She think I’m fkin’ her again

She said, “Boy, you know you wrong—

How you gon’ f**k me and my friend?”

I got bald heads in this 9 mil—

Like Gerald Henderson