My niggas up now

Yeah we chillin' our name in the air like a blimp

Got new bucks now

What I paid for a Cuban the cost of a whip

Niggas too tough now

Fuck the talkin' I'll leave all that shit to the stick

And I give two fucks now

I just wanna move out with the gang and get rich

We gon air that shit out like a blimp what you startin' to do I done already did

I ain't givin' no clout off a diss on my trail I ain't tryna get put in the mix

Derek Jeter with all of these hits diamonds straight out the ocean they swim with the fish

Talkin' 'bout custody talkin' 'bout cuffin' me bust on her face now she seeing my kids

Brand new pack like Kid Cudi

I smoke dope like Kid Cudi

Bro imma keep it a band with you walk with a band or two

Think yo' bitch love me

Can't say that I'm understanding you hoe I'm an animal

I had to risk something

Only be talkin' 'bout money I hate when I get around niggas who switch subjects

Shoutout yo' main she know what it is

Like I'm throwin' a tantrum I'm blowin' and shit

And we'll put holes in a nigga and roll and we came out the gutter we bowlin' and shit

Always be all on the 'gram you ain't out what you mean when you say that you posted and shit

(Oh he talkin' 'bout he just uploaded a pic)

And I'm slidin' on ice 'cause I'm cold as a bitch

My life a movie inserted the disc now I'm waitin' 'til ain't no more loadin' and shit

Got to the cash and I got off my ass saw the snakes in the grass got to mowin' that shit

Hop in the Jag I ain't throwin' a flag got a ten but I swear she be holdin' and shit

Might leave with yo' hoe yea you reap what you sow on the 4s they ain't slick yea they hoein' and shit

Niggas like maids always foldin' and shit

I just bought a Moncler 'cause I'm cold as a bitch

I get high as the fuck and be low as a bitch

Like an exorcist, I'll take his soul with a stick

Like I'm back from vacation unloadin' and shit

Let it go like I'm Elsa on "Frozen" and shit

I'm on rap tours (Raptors) ballin', Derozan and shit

They ain't solid I'm already knowin' and shit (AYE)

I do the dash, hyphen

Thumbin' through all of this cash, excited (AYE)

I'm in the Jag slidin'

Fendi all over my bag, stylin'

Say they ridin' I ran out of mileage

What I'm flyin' ain't Delta it's private

Need a M otherwise I ain't signin'

And shit ain't add up so I started to minus (AYE)

I count big bucks, my pockets never slim (They never slim)

Must be throwed off, she said she want my kids (She want my kids)

Slide cliqued up, we booted up like Timbs (Hoe we be booted)

Get the rolls off, like I just hit the gym (I hit the gym)

Imma go to the ticket and I just thank God for the way that I'm living' (The way that I'm livin')

A lot of heat they like he gotta be winnin' my legs sore as hell I can't kick it (No I can't kick it)

I ain't totin' no blicky I'm totin' a sticky it look like a midget (It look like a midget)

And if "life's a song", then don't diss the gang

Turn yo' shit to a snippet aye