I'm mixing the dirty Sprite like I’m Pluto

Mixing the black scale with the buckle

Mixing the Gucci with the Versace

That's basic

Mixing the rick owens with the doc Martians

She trynna suck my dick

I ain't trynna blow all in her face

I’m like fuck it

Like she fell in some paint

The bracelets blinding yo vision

I hope you don't mind

This O.G. chain on my neck

I'm unique

Cut-up jeans I'm in my rockstar era

Ratchet hoe trynna play it cool

But she a bop

I know she ran through the whole gang

I'm not pop star I'm just Dredd

I'm shining just look at my neck hoe

Over godly been the wave for a minute

Blacked-out eyes they think I'm possessed

Nah it’s just the ink mane

Been hanging on my own don’t try to get in here

If I text you again I know you suck good

This cup in my hand it's stuck like some glue

Dont try to run up cause i just flip the switch and you goin feel this torch

They be talking on the internet when I know they ain’t doing shit

Never catch me in some sweats

I'm not a bum

I keep it classy

Like I'm big CEO

I'm used to this solo shit

I don’t ask for a handout