[Verse 1: ICEMAN]

My pockets are empty I spent money on Fendi

I'll sell my soul to the devil being evil is trending

I might cop this Gucci bag even though I've got plenty

I could round it to 20 a small baller I'm spending

A good 99, just to wine and dine

With the finest dime, she might be a guy, yeah I've realized

But I blew a paycheck on a date though

Hey twitter check out my payroll

( HMMM )

Honestly I hate to spit slow

But I get extra clout if they hit folks

Snatching them goggles right off of yo cap

Lost in the sauce someone find me a map

Live in the suburbs still talk about trap

I got weak bars but y'all love how I rap

Long as these beats steady booming them booties gone clap

I'm spitting straight up like that

Ain't even coming with facts, JihadTheGod and the MAC

Or should I say Mad-y-u-n gotta spell it right gotta get it tight

I can't stay the night I need parental advisory

Sorry boo come and say by to me ain't nobody nearly kind as me

I'm on my P's and Q's and my Supreme is blue

And you see me pulling up with the weakest crew

I don't know what it do

Might pop the trunk but nobody gone shoot

Say we pull up but nobody got coupes

Young and I'm broke and I'm looking for loot

[VERSE 2: GOD]

Driving around on 6’s through the city

Got Benny, Rishi, and my mom riding with me

Chain on my neck .25, that's a quarter

Put in the machine now my neck is so slippery

( Wet! )

Sorry but I gotta flex

For all the time people roasted how I dressed

To all the people that ignored me and slept

I am here to inform you that I am up next

Went to the Gucci store, I couldn’t buy it

Went to the corner store, found something like it

You may call it fake, but girls call it stylish

So much hate on IG, I had to go private

Ending yo world I'm something like the Mayans

Bigger than Khaled I should cop a lion

Penning my lyrics and pinning my enemies

Anybody that is in the vicinity

Blowin' out heat, its like weed when I flow

You rappers can't match me, I'm loud and you low

I'm liable to lie a bit on tracks

But it's rap lil buddy that's just how it goes

Back with this, I've mastered this

I'm massive and the fact of the matter is

I plastered these lyrics in your head

Now you back for more like crack addict

I'm magnificent, it don't matter

If you acting like the snitch or a thug you still with this

Yeah I'm smart but I get a little ignorant

Mix that together then you get a hit

Don't nobody want a prob' tho

JihadiJawn, Imma haunt you with the god flow

He said he real, but he really a facade tho

I'm a prodigy, if you ain't know then now you know