[Intro]:

Huh, Bit90

Huh, Joeyy

[Verse 1]:

I don’t fuck with no lame keep my distance

Keep my name out your mouth mind your business

If that kitty so good I might risk it

Might go cheat on my bitch just like Tristan

If we keeping it real I can’t fake it

How you switch on your gang just to make it

Might go pop me a pill now I’m racing

Remember trapping the Yo in the basement

I feel like I’m LeBron hit a fadeaway

Couple bands I just spent on a takeaway

If the cops pull me over it’s a getaway

Keep your head up today’s gonna be a better day

Put my bitch in that all white Vlone

Remember grinding so hard now we on

Yeah that nigga so fake he a peon

Might go jack all his shit then I’m gone

All of this amo I’m sending it back

When I was down on my dick I don’t know where you was at

You was probably in the club busy bumping my tracks

Busy focused on ass I was chasing these racks

I can’t hang with no nigga that’s focused on that

I got dreams I have to chase Ima see you in the front

I’ve been high since a jit I got gas in my lungs

Riding around in the Y with these sticks and em' drums

Man I feel like Young Thug I’ve been just having fun

She give me top top might go dumb

I’m in a drop top I’m on the run

Yea my bitch got a crop top with the bun

I don’t fuck with no snitch no federal

Five stars in my hood yea I’m a general

Yea these niggas tried to hit me with subliminals

How you try to hit me with that shit

When you know that your bank account looking so minimal

Dive in that bitch like cannonball

You know im a beast like animal

I got plenty of racks like sentifold

Heard that nigga a rat we know he told

All that lean I might spill in my drink

Walk around with my choppa my blick

Out of space man I feel like I’m Rick

You ain’t smoking on gas it don’t stink

[Verse 2]:

I’m with the gang five star hotel

We trapping bricks moving with the bells

Catching these hoes man I feel like Odell

That boy got no sticks he just ran out of shells

Designer my jeans when I walk on Rodeo

Why you acting so hard when you ain’t from the ghetto

I just pull out my foreign I ain’t whipping no Renault

I just got my teeth done now I got ice from my dental

Had to lay this shit down for my youngins that’s sacrifice

You ain’t been where I been sorry I cannot take your advice

If you double cross me then you know I ain’t thinking twice

If the bitch she a fiend then I might just make her my wife

Got a drake in the back Ima let that shit squeeze

How you moving like that I just do it with ease

Since a youngin I’ve been on my Q’s and my P’s

I can’t panic it’s all in my head gotta breathe