[Verse 1]

I don't give no fucks 'bout what you have to say (Yeah)

It's Nett, I don't shoot below the neck

I'm a bossman, worried 'bout my check

In the backend, worry about the flex

It's a lot of money, so I wanna flex

There's a lot things that I wanna do, but I don't wanna screw over you

I wanna make you feel good in a room

Like two hoes clutchin' on a tool

In a bank, and I will hold it up for you

Go guns blazin' all over you

In the club, fucked up, off a pill or two

Yeah, I'm really missin' you, long live my brothers

I ain't talkin' 'bout a bitch, can't miss no bitch

At the top, so lit, you at the bottom, down bad

And I'm lookin' like a lick but I ain't no lick

Keep that Glock on my hip, Gen 5

And I ain't afraid to shoot this bitch, ain't afraid of your tricks

Amiri jeans on my ass and they saggin' to my dick

We in the function and she starin' at my dick

[Verse 2]

It's Nett when I shoot, it's Nett when I go to Hollywood, I might just buy a 'Vette

Fuck around, fuck that 'Vette, buy a KRISS Vec'

She fuck around on this dick, now she want kids

I can't fuck with no bitch that fuckin' want kids

I don't wanna FaceTime you

Get straight to the point, I don't wanna FaceTime you

I don't care 'bout what they say, I could care less

I don't care about what they say, never care about what they fuckin' say

From the bank to the crib

Counting more money than you ever had

In the backseat, rolling up a blunt full of gas

Tryna close up this blunt full of gas

“Have you ever smoked gas?”, have you higher than a bitch

I’m off the shrooms smoking gas

Feeling really fuck spiritual, need some fucking crystals in my crib