[Chorus]

I'm down in Memphis, my Glock got extensions

My BM she trippin', she think I'm laid up with a mistress

But really I'm trappin' hard selling these Skittles

I want a lot, I don't want just a little

My bitches they bad and they very conceited

My plug tried to tax me, I'm feeling mistreated

I told my lil' niggas to go head and eat 'em

Lil' mama say that she love me so deeply

Bando in North Memphis, this shit look creepy

Bad bitch from Southaven, she wanna please me

Mixtape in 4 hours, this shit too easy

Dreads and the beard got me looking like Jesus

Sell you a bag of OG in some Yeezy's

Just caught a play up a gotti, shit Privé

[Verse 1]

She love my pipe I be laying it down

Walk in the kitchen and weigh up a pound

I get face in the booth, cause it help me create

I don't talk or debate, I just aim at your face

Sorry lil' shawty, we can't go on dates

Knew he was sheisty, it wrote on his face

Push up on us that's a deadly mistake

Just hit the Soul Fish and swiped for a plate

Silverback money I'm just like an ape

He called for a feature, he really want bags

I did him verse and he purchased some bags

Lil' bitch from V-Live, she throwing that ass

Yes I was destined to go get some cash

So much hate inside yo heart, why you mad at me?

Feel like a quarterback, hoes tryna tackle me

Burning on Wedding Cake, defying gravity

Went to the Bronx, I'm concealing my FN

An yeah it might kill me but I'm pouring medicine

Fly like a pelican, run up them racks

That was my destiny, super strong OG

I know that you smelling me

Do dirt alone cause these niggas might tell on me

THC all in my brownie

This Snacking ain't regular, yeah

Shooting at all my competitors, yeah

CBD all in my body, I'm lifted

They smell the shit that I'm smoking on Watkins

All these blue hundreds won't fit in shoe boxes

My lil' niggas heartless, they ain't got a conscience

I grabbed that ass cause I ain't got no etiquette

Burning on God's Gift, I'm feeling so heaven sent

Went up to Jersey, they said I was country

But one thing they can't say is I ain't got money

Huh

[Chorus]

Secret compartment, my Tahoe

Quavo shit, I'm the head huncho

Bad bitch and she from Morocco

Juug in the morning, Alonzo

You ain't tryna buy, ain't no convo

Source with the tree, he Armenian

He get it to me expediently

He know a nigga be needing it

She know a nigga be needing her

My dick is wet I be feeding her

I almost fucked up her femur

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Swipe her a purse with a Visa

I never ever mistreat her

Bally my headband and sneakers

Yeah