[Intro]

(Run that shit up, Squill)

Ayy

[Verse]

Gucci and Prada what I spend my dollars on

I'm in the trap one deep like it's Home Alone

And I play all of these hoes like a xylophone

These freaky lil' bitches keep callin' my iPhone

Uh, it's the Wockiki for me in the styrofoam

Play with me, you gon' D-I-E, that's what I'm on

I put a B-A-G on his head, I can get him gone

I know a shooter dude, he's rockin' Vlone

These niggas' hoes on my dick, won't leave me alone

When I fucked your ho, she brought a bag for the sleepin' clothes

But this ain't no sleepover, bitch, this an eat-over (Ayy)

Mouth full of meat, that lil' ho, she a meat lover

Five hundred just for my cup, I'm no cheap drugger

VVS all on my teeth when I speak up

Ballin' too hard, man, these niggas can't D up (Uh)

I just cashed out on a 'fit cost your re-up

You hate from the bleachers 'cause you wanna be us

Just got head from a bitch say she from Costa Rica

Only fuck models, just hit Mona Lisa

All of my bitches is foreign with visa

Uh, hit from the back and she tappin', I beat her

And I kicked that ho out 'cause she asked me to eat her

Hey, I stay with a heater 'cause shit can get evil

I bring this shit to your door like a pizza

Glock in my locker like Gilbert Arenas

Dracs in Neimans, I love when I squeeze 'em

I'm not Blueface, hit the block and I bleed 'em

I might go Super Saiyan, call Lil Guap Vegeta

Uh, can't trust a ho 'cause these bitches be cheatin'

I just run to the check, I don't rock no Adidas

I rock that designer drip, you won't catch me in Filas

And I just be fuckin' and duckin', got hoes in they feelings