[Verse]

Bitches, rappers, rappers, bitches

Way y'all talkin' on Twitter

Lil' boy, I can't tell the difference

Purple herb in my Swisher

Yeah, lil' Aahj is my witness

Pull up, engine so vicious

That seven digits the mission, listen

60 FPS, these other rappers movin' slow-mo

I was broke as shit and now I'm drippin' in some Polo

I don't pay for promo

I stay on the low-low

I'm the kid who run the game, call it Miyamoto

Bitch, I'm heaven-sent

This is just my genesis

Marble floor my residence

Pocket full of presidents

My money so thick that I cannot fold the shit

Talkin' all that shit on Twitter, lil' bitch, kindly hold my dick

Yeah, I'm gettin' to the bag

Watch me double park the whip

My lil' shawty break it down

Roll it up and spark the shit

You gon' respect me as a lyricist

I ain't just a haircut

I ain't just a face tat

I'm sendin' shots at everyone

Keep all that designer, I rock Polo and Tommy

Rollin' up my marijuana while she give me the sloppy

And all you trash ass SoundCloud rappers, I surpassed you

Pull up in the Aston, I'm blowin' past you

You might see me do the dash, blowin' gas out the sunroof

Lil' bitch, I'm so great, I can't relate to not a one of you

Can't nobody keep me down or hold me from nothin'

If I want it, I'ma get it, man, it ain't no discussion

As of lately, I been tryna write a rap with some substance

I was sick and tired of tryna be somebody I wasn't

And I ain't in this for a check, I do this shit 'cause I love it

You know I won't stop at nothin'

I take that feeling and trust it, yeah

How you rock designer, but you look like a clown?

How I pull up to your city and I shut the shit down?

I'm gettin' paper, I just copped a Mercedes, I'll catch you later

Step up out the scraper, ballin' like a Laker in some purple Bapesta's

Ooh, I think I'm feelin' myself

Shawty dice that pineapple that replenish my health

Bitch, it's lit, find me with my clique

Smokin' out a zip

Guy Fieri with the sauce, Paul Walker wit' the whip, bitch

I hate flexin' but I can't help it

Droptop burnt out on the pavement

Dope rolled, in some Polo

Let the champagne flow, throwin' C-notes, yeah

Backwoods rolled, vacay for the weekend

Couple girls gettin' high in the deep end

You want to, you should come through

Got the champagne flutes and the orange juice, yeah-yeah