Ion' know who this nigga think he talking to

Ayo’ turn me up

First off I talk money, and look like money

Peep the way you bout' to catch this drift

While I drip down in this bitch

Versace for frames, blacked out

I ain't seeing you nigga, yet seeing a nigga

You late, I left your lame ass for a richer nigga

Been solid on you, I ain’t saying shit

(Tell me what's up with your games and shit)

I mean, fuck baby I get it

You made your bed, yet choose to lay in it

But blame it all on the henny

I felt unappreciated

Plenty times was segregated

I'm so glad I fucking made it, and I know you hate it, what's up

Hol' up

Hol' up

Hol' up

Hol' up

Hol’ up

And I got another nigga finna’

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Pack your shit nigga what's the

Hol’ up

Hol' up

Hol' up

Hol' up

Hol’ up

You need to move quick

Loose lips nеver get a fix

This time I ain't for your shit

Baby I paid for this

(I paid for it)

Who you gon' chеck in this bitch

(Who?)

Shit can go left in this bitch

(You!)

Now what he got left in my shit?

Do he see the ice on my wrist?

Know he like how I drip on a bitch

That's my car that he whip

And when I'm overseas, I know he sick

That nigga feel the wave, like a crimp

Think I will ever fold for a simp

The fuck is he on?

(Never will I ever fucking trip)

Let that nigga leave on his own

Hol' up, I'm also in the mood to wreck shit

It's the perfect time to address shit

Lay it all out, like the texts is

Ego big like, Texas

Hol' up

Hol' up

Hol' up

Hol' up

Hol' up

And I got another nigga finna'

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Pack it, pack it, uh

Hol' up

Hol' up

Hol' up

Hol' up

Hol' up

You need to move quick

Loose lips never get a fix

This time I ain't for your shit