[Intro]

(Cut that shit up, Blast)

[Verse]

If you ain't talkin' money, please don't hit my phone up

I call up a bop bitch to suck my soul up

I turn orange soda purple

She told me she been jumpin' off them drugs like a hurdle

She told me that she texted it, "I'm sorry if I hurt you"

My life revolve around these Benjamins, if they out there, I'm out there

I don't wanna conversate and I don't wanna wait

I'm gon' get it right now, not on a later day

I wanna fuck her right now, I don't wanna go on dates

I be snortin' white now, last year I wasn't doin' nothin'

These boys amateur with penjamins, I'm countin' Benjamins

On this bеat I'm goin' dumb, huh, shoutout Vetements

Thе Perkies knockin' at my door, huh, I can't let 'em in

Before I sleep I pour a four, huh, that shit my vitamin

Codeine, this not melatonin

Told that bitch that it's a Diddy party, you can't bring your phone in

I get bands to buy some bags, told that bitch that I'm not lonely

You was cryin' 'bout your bankroll to me, you was just copin'

You can't sit there, run, and get some money? Get up off your ass?

All my bitches act like Playboy bunnies, they got big fat ass

My favorite animal is Sayso bunny, he gon' rest in peace

Huh, he gon' rest in peace, why your drugs got laced?

I put tattoos on my face, I took away her waist

I shoot a three and I won't miss like I'm Tim Hardaway

Fuck my ex-ho till I die, she took my heart away, that's why I hate her

I just fuck my waiter with a bad bitch in Dakota

And I fuck her again later

We got arsenal like Al-Qaeda

Trap house look like a bomb room

Bitch, I'm Muslim, I'll bomb you

Bitch, I'll kill you if I want to

I got security with me 24/7

I ain't talkin' bout no people, I'm talkin' bout Mac-11s

I was smokin' on my reefer and I started gettin' to heaven

I was fuckin' on a diva and she got squirt on my Levi's

Got my squirt Levi's, I chill, bitch, I B5

Your ho, she call me G5

I caught a bitch boy on my radar

I rock the black Darth Vader

I use the Wi-Fi, not data

It don't matter, I whip a new car, even if I had it

Double cup, it stay by my side, it's a bad habit

When I'm talkin', bitch, I bite my tongue, it's a bad habit

Got a stripper bitch, she throw that ass and I'm 'bout to grab it

Strippers in my purse and I ain't talkin' bout a ho

I got strippers in my purse and, bitch, I'm talkin' bout a pole

Got so much cash, need me a vault, lil' bitch, I need me the whole load

We just shoot but we got masks so I don't ever reload

It's automatic

I just pick six like Madden

This shit embedded

They talk shit and I stamp at it

We post him up like he on Reddit, we shoot for his head

Boy, you a chud, you post on Reddit, I wish you was dead

They say practice makes perfect, I'm at the shooting range, huh

We just hit him in his neck, watch the blood rain