[Verse 1]

Shoutouts out to Zay

Never early, always late

This my calvary today

Might need protein, with some whey

I know what you say

"Rec, what got you feelin' like a king?"

Ain't no need no queen

Baby daddy just not in my theme

Ayy, flip that beat, yeah, that's the trick

Bump that Bluey, that's the shit

I'm too young to call this quits

Mama ain't done raise no bitch

Copped that V-Cut with them Novas and them Clovers

Ain't no way you tie me down today 'til I get older

See, I done spoke to God, told him I'm no perfect soldier

'Cause I've been working hard, tryna drink 'til I ain't sober

You know the vibe

This ain't the time

You ain't done nun with ya pride

You on the passengеr side

Homie, declinе

Bag it up, you ain't got nothin' to say 'bout ya plight

This that writin' on the wall, given

Livin' right, I been on call, sittin'

Suck it up, we ride to ball, hit it

Am I too fly to catch a vibe, with it? Huh

[Chorus]

Bitch, I know my style, I know I'm fly (Bitch!)

Try to step to me, I know you blind (I know you blind!)

My mama ain't raise no bitch, I know I'm grown right (I know I'm grown right!)

So when I know I'm in flight, I throw my strides right (Strides right!)

[Verse 2]

Bitch, I'm tight

Like my daddy, I'm in flight

CX-7 battered, aight

Bless my momma, papa, mama, spoiled me rotten

What I write

Be prophetic, Jesus Christ

Name ya price, yeah, on my life

Fuck 'em scalpers

Cassie Howard, that's my type

Yeah, I'm the king

Even if I don't got bands, ayy

All I need is an advance, ayy

I just jump in with no plans, ayy

Bitch, I ain't needin' no friends, ayy

I don't be kneeling to pray, yuh

Just suck on my dick, I'll be straight, yuh

She told we needed a break

But who you been fuckin' today?

Pull a backboard, I been that boy

This ain't no ploy, I ain't been coy

Amplified voice, like a cheap toy

Go to work here, call me employed

Hit it compound, that's two birds and one stone, not too prone to weak prose

You come close, but no toast, uh

Kick back like Palisades

This ain't got kickback, nail away

This a bump for you, need cut a for me

Ain't done too much, this shit a breeze, huh

Yeah, it's right on my plate

Bitch, go wipe ya face

Fuck that 15 minutes, I got plenty points I'd like to make

Bitch, I know my style

Why you think I talk my shit for miles?

Bitch, I know I'm fly

Used to doubt myself but now I'm tight

And I'm gon' shine

You could too if you just get up off ya ass

I ain't bumpin' all ya tracks because I think ya shit trash

What you say?

I ain't take no ill-advice if you don't play

Blast my songs and keep it running if yo' poor ass need rebates

This that dirty south I'm reppin', not the NA type, okay?

Bungalow home, solo, pull the cul-de-sac this Saturday

Is you pullin' thru?

Man, I wish a motherfucker would

[Chorus]

Bitch, I know my style, I know I'm fly (Bitch!)

Try to step to me, I know you blind (I know you blind!)

My mama ain't raise no bitch, I know I'm grown right (I know I'm grown right!)

So when I know I'm in flight, I throw my strides right (Strides right!)

[Outro: Snoop & Marlo Stanfield]

"This is 800 dollars."

"So what, man? You earned that bump like a motherfucker."