[Part 1]

[Intro]

Come on

(I feel so Euphoria)

[Verse]

You're a peasant, quit begging for sauce

I already know you can't afford it, don't ask what it cost

This lifestyle ain't for you, I was born to do fraud

You're just a nigga in the hood, totin' guns on the block

You got a social? Bring it here and we could run it

I'm the one yo' favorite rapper runnin' to when he need money

Look, I got proof, it's getting super ugly

You went broke tryna' be a rapper, we are not buddy-buddy (Nah)

I took a break from Instagram, that broke shit rubbin' off quick

Quit flexing with that petty twenty thousand, that shit piss me off

You doin' too much on Instagram, so I'ma take you off

You ain't put me on or show me methods, I'm who make the sauce

If I gеt caught bussin' a play then I'ma take the fall

I know y'all finna snitch, that's why I nеver cared to break y'all off

That's a bet, now I'm takin' off

[Part 2]

[Verse]

I fuck wit' Chase, the long way

I make ten-thousand or more off of Allstate

The only reason you ain't hit, is because you ain't hip, you doin' all of the steps the wrong way

Scared of who, I'm doin' fraud in broad day

Don't run down on me, that's the wrong play

The other day they tried to pull me over at the bank, I went on a chase on the highway

Seven wires in a day, that's a light day

Five hundred thousand, that's light pape'

Let me show you how to punch, quit burning cards and come with me and do it the right way

I dare a rapper to come get in my way

You ain't doing shit to me, you're 5'8"

I ain't never in the streets, I'm in the crib hittin' juggs workin' at a high pay

[Part 3]

[Intro]

Drop a check in yo' Chase, I could make it happen

I was scamming and jugging before a rapper

(Damn, wrong song)

[Verse]

Bring me a Chase, I'm dropping in a check

If you want some pape' then put me to the test

If you got that- then let me do the rest

Need a 800 credit score and nothing less (Gimme that)

I do my dirt inside a Nike Tech

If I see a junkie laying on the ground

I'ma come and taking everything he got on deck

I'ma be plottin' after Rolling Loud

I'm tryna' put some new shit on my neck

I'm tryna' put a peasant in the ground

That's why I be mixin' all the drugs with fent

[Outro]

I got a dump for every state on go (On go)

I bring a puncher everywhere I go (I go)

Hit a play, then I go low (Low)

Take a bitch social then I'm going ghost

I be having a blast wit' it on the road