[Part I]
[Verse]
Feel like the flash how I run up a check
Bro' on a bean, fuck the team off a x
Sippin' on green, put a tee on my flesh
Bro' shoot the chop like he play for the Nets
Hit from the back like I play for the Mets
Came with a mag don't give a fuck what he said
Bring the meds left the big body red, yeah
I'm in a Honda, all black diamonds I got it from Donda
Take a pic with his bih, then I fuck on his momma
Oh, you want drama? Come talk to my llama, ayy
Bro' gon' let the K-pop, it ain't no BTS
Pull up in that Mozzy, took a Perc from CVS
I just pulled up with a rod they won't get away
Spin that, bend it, call me Lieutenant
Twin get sturdy like his ass Kai Cenat
I got some tеnants my mansions they renting
Slide down finna, wrеak, wreak havoc
Oh, you want a few bands you could have it
Bro' made him disappear like he do magic
My money blue like some shit been tragic
I go and double it then I go add it
Just sold your momma an ounce she a addict
I won't never go broke, finna go get it tatted
Give him some cheese for the chance that he ratted
I don't even know her, why she calling me daddy?
Lil' bro' a fatty just want him a patty
I took a trip in a Rolls Royce Caddy
Glock a leave him cockeyed, bro' look happy, ha
Three tens and a flat that's a thirty
Long nights turned me to a furry
Hollow tip in the mag make 'em scurry
I'm finna rob 'em, R.I.P. Zuri
Spilled a four now the Margiela dirty
Ran straight into Neimans in a hurry
When I die bury me off a perky
When I die bury me next to Zergy
[Part 2]
[Verse]
Woah, woah
Ten racks on this Louis V, yeah, yeah
I don't even know what she mean to me, yeah
Why they stressing me? Please don't pester me
Need brain come bring that neck to me, yeah
You below me boy stop thinking that you next to me
Black and white on Murakami, I look like a referee
3.5 in the swisher boy, I'm him so start respecting me
She play with my balls so much think I got a vasectomy
Tip-toe round the clock, I get money never stop
These lil' boys on my cock, they keep on praying that I flop
Well that's a false god
You could catch me in ten buck two
Slatt, slatt, broke boy man fuck you
Ten shots hit his body for a buck two, uh
7.62 hard to keep that bitch tucked
Pour me a four heard it's good for some luck
Chopper gone quack make the lil' boy duck
Bro' off a pink, made his ass turn up
I got the blaster, it's finna blast him
Oh, your brother he rap? Yeah, go tell him I passed him
They would come to the show and treat me like a pastor
Money counter going, way, way too fast
Hop out the whip run a 4.2, you ain't support me
But I still support you
Margiela tracksuit when I show up to court too
Fell asleep in the stu, off a boot I'm too bored dude
You could take my spot, nah I'm playing
Nah, no the fuck you canont not
Can you, please get off of my crotch?
[Part 3]
[Verse]
Let me tell y'all a story, these lil' bitches fishy, Dory
Let's link up we at Satori
She calling me dad, let me call up Maury
Twenty five bands help me sleep to the morning, triple shot to his dawg, now his bitch ass mourning, huh, 7.62 different side of me
Twenty bad bitches boy I got variety, I'm in the cut off a Perc, fuck sobriety, I keep the strap by my side, I'm not fighting
Smoking on strong hella heavy, it's mighty
Lay in my bed next to strippers I'm tidy
I pour a eight I woke up off some molly
She won't get off my wood, but it's shout out to Dolly
This lil' bitch crazy, want a train like a trolly, ayy
Fuck with the gun made the choppa my bae, bro' caught a body, AR in LA
Smoking on loud, can't hear what you say
You playing with pretend ass money, shoutout Cyber
Twenty eight shots finna hit twenty eight
Ten Percocets make me feel twenty eight
Bro' took the 5.56 on a date
Pistol with a beam let the fuck shit mate
Pull in a Mozzy, I swerve in a wraith, skrt
Hop out the i8, me and my sister thats biphate
Hollow tip mag make him die, ayy