[Refrain]

I'm through, I just did a deuce

Your boo, with me too, she loose

I flew, like I'm sick, G5

You, won't shake shit, V-Live

I get them racks to come outside

Champagne Papi, look alive

I'm the truth so hold your lies

Like my IG I go live

[Interlude]

Back on road, you know what I'm sayin', like

Reporting live from the 2 Heartless tour, what's up

Ayy this how I'm livin' and feeling, I'm talkin' 'bout accurate shit

Bleu Cheese Bagg, you dig, you know what I'm sayin'

True story, yeah

[Chorus]

Riding in the motherfuckin' Rolls Royce

Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice

Over drippin' sauce, he got my clothes moist

Bread in my pocket, I ain't poor boy

Riding in the motherfuckin' Rolls Royce

Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice

Over drippin' sauce, he got my clothes moist

Bread in my pocket, I ain't poor boy

[Verse 1]

Bitch all in her feelings (what you do?)

When I smash call her a ho and pull out her extensions (ugh)

Diss the gang, we on defense, you know that we blitzing (savage)

He gon' disappear like magic, know his loved ones gon' miss him

Closed casket, can't kiss him (mwuah)

Bitch I'm lit up (bitch I'm litty)

Alphabets VVS's shine like glitter (shine like glitter)

See I'm flexing on you niggas, do some sit-ups (sit up, work out)

Stay woke, get up (get up, get up)

Two years in and I'm still the hottest nigga (Bagg)

Them niggas on the other side trippin', I was in your hood homie

Draco ridin' shotgun, interior match the wood on it

Bitch I'm riding Wraith (Wraith)

Pick up, drop your bitch off, she wasn't safe (aw)

And if you talkin' bout smoke, we gon' blow that in your face

[Chorus]

Riding in the motherfuckin' Rolls Royce

Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice

Over drippin' sauce, he got my clothes moist

Bread in my pocket, I ain't poor boy

Riding in the motherfuckin' Rolls Royce

Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice

Over drippin' sauce, he got my clothes moist

Bread in my pocket, I ain't poor boy

[Refrain]

I'm through, I just did a deuce

Your boo, with me too, she loose

I flew, like I'm sick, G5

You, won't shake shit, V-Live

I get them racks to come outside

Champagne Papi, look alive

I'm the truth so hold your lies

Like my IG I go live

[Verse 2]

Hundred hundred I shoot

You would think that Bloc was coming through

Twenty-five plus on my tooth (teeth)

I'm filled to the rim, that's too much juice

Nigga you a Shih Tzu, I'm a big (bully), dog (grrr)

I bang the Five, that's the Fen Ball, ayy

[Chorus]

Riding in the motherfuckin' Rolls Royce

Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice

Over drippin' sauce, he got my clothes moist

Bread in my pocket, I ain't poor boy

Riding in the motherfuckin' Rolls Royce

Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice

Over drippin' sauce, he got my clothes moist

Bread in my pocket, I ain't poor boy

[Outro]

I'm in the R-R (what is you riding?)

That's a Rolls Royce, not Rover

Look at the star-stars (I'm outer space)

Got my foot on they neck like a choker

Moneybagg Myers with me (what he look like?)

Mask on, October

I'm in a trio (ayy why you say that?)

I'm on three drugs, I ain't sober

This shit over