[Verse]

Damn my wrist so cold

It's like 6C

Why your bitch so bold

Boy she shifty

And she hit my line

Now she with me

She do lines and I thought she was Whitney

Seen her with 5 guys in a 6-seat

Got mob ties now the whole gang is with me

What’s real will exist

Now only fake against me

I'm driving in coupes and you know you'll never rent these

I’m not talking A1 'Raris

I'm talking Bentley's

I'll laugh in your face if you pull in with a benzie

I never sip lean

Ain't tryna die at 16

If I'm with ride or dies you know I'll try and keep my lips clean

Got mad hoes that can’t believe that I’m rich ay

She got no clothes now her best friend is with me

I drop mad bands to make sure that her rent paid

I'll throw some hands if you try to get my main laid

It’s my life I'm gonna live it full throttle

Man I got mad strife but I don't take it to the bottle

All I got's this mic, not a ’Rari or a model

But I got mad hoes that'll lick, suck, and swallow

Pussy got barcodes

Now it's scan, swipe, and wallow

And I got these stacks

Boatloads

I won the lotto

Insta got mad hoes that only ask me for a follow

But it's just gold diggers who wanna take me on my motto

I don't take no bitches over gang and that's a promise

Man she got back pains, from my dick if I'll be honest

Now I got mad gains from this heat that I been dropping

Boy get out my lane if you think that I'll be stopping

Yeah