[Intro]

Sack just like Devin Haney

Come hold my racks, I told that boy hold em cause my pockets fat

And I fuck on Neveah cause that ass fat

Nigga talk on the gang, his ass get smacked

And lil bitch I'm Lil-

(What the fuck be wrong with these niggas they talking too crazy on Jeff Phone)

Hm, these hoes not my problem

Uh, hm hm hm

[Verse]

Uh, these bitches ain't my problem

I'd still fuck that hoe but Ion want her (Ion want her)

I-I get her wet like Moana

Nih-Nigga talk dumb we catch you and yo partner

These niggas little as fuck them muh'fuckas kindergartens

Beat the boy up like I was Bob Gartner

The-These bitches sore losers all of the bitches be goners, huh

Uh, we just pointing it at his forehead

Huh, we spinning the block like a Hammock

If nigga had took my chain he can have it (Have It)

Nih-Nigga get juked like Luke, shoot Maverick

Glock get the boy gone Ion even do magic

She-She trynna fuck so I send the addy (Addy)

Kick shit with my twin like Liv & Maddie

That hoe bad as hell, baddie

(I just cash out 30 mill from my savings)

You not important Ion care if you hate me

.556 deal with that boy if he thinking about talking too crazy

I-I got money, woke up lazy

If I feel good I take that boy lady

And fuck yo gang I'm EST, baby

She beat up my sack just like Devin Haney (Haney)

Come hold my racks, I told that boy hold em cause my pockets fat

And I fuck on Neveah cause that ass fat

Nigga talk on the gang, his ass get smacked

And lil bitch I'm Lil D ain't no rap cap

Nigga talk crazy these niggas just chatting

She broke my heart, so I broke her back

Uh, c'mon (Let's go)

I might just fuck this bitch to my song (Song)

Nih-Nigga talk crazy, the fuck is you on?

I just light this shit up when I ain't feeling calm

.556 got that hoe going home

.556 got that boy going prone

Fuck Neptunez and I watch my tone

And she gon get offended when I check the phone, huh

Huh, I'm like bitch you kidding

Uh, we put belt to kidney

Uh, I score point like Sydney hm

Niggas mad we winning

Hm, crashout in the Bentley

Huh, this bih acting silly

Shake some for the ceiling

Uh, shake some for big billy

(Huh, these hoes not my problem)

(Put that bitch in Prada, uh huh)

Uh, that ho' ain't worth nada

I might fly that ho' to West Nevada

Look real good had to put on my colar

Dior Tee cost more than 5 dollars

Study these hoes I'm a real thot scholar

Mhm, I'm the only one that made you feel good

And you had me smoking on some real wood

You don't need me and I understood

If I could fix things swear to God I would

And my heart just broke by a kidnap crook

I could read yo eye like a Goosebumps book

And I already tried but yo ass was took