[Intro]

K’s all in the spot

If you feeling brave, then come and get hot (Hot, hot)

She tryna get slain, she pull up and suck on the gang

Okay, I’m loving the top

Don’t run from the fade, don’t run from the Glock

I’m passing my days, I’m tryna get high

[Chorus]

Damn, uh, damn, oh

Nigga get taxed, Uncle Sam

My brother just hit for the bands

New Maybach truck, love the rim

My shooter got tats on his face

My twin, he on that, but he here for the scam

Came in this bitch goin’ ham

You never got caught innat jam

They said I’m the goat, yeah, I am, oh

Came straight out the sky like a Sim

Can’t fuck with this thot, she a tramp

Goin’ up like I jumped off a tramp' (Yeah)

Bеnihanas, not no food stamps

I was lyin’, I ain’t knew them, bitch

And I’m slidin’, tryna boom them, bitch

And I dеnied this ho’ like two bands

[Verse]

Bitch, I’m balling regardless

If you switch, you not staying solid

Got red switches, like I’m at Target

Got red switches, you not gettin’ it

Shoot for the three, better cop you a ticket

Like, are you kidding?

Cannot be switching, and got the Mr. Miyake garments, oh

I’m in the booth with lil’ Yuki

She love how a young nigga do me

She DM me pics of her booty

I’m chilling, she ain’t even knew me

A villain, they say that I am, but I isn’t, assuming that shit pretty loosely

Abusing me, feel like the shit that you using me, really ain’t worth what you doing

K’s all in the spot

If you feeling brave, then come and get popped (Hot, hot)

She tryna get slain, she pull up and suck on the gang

Okay, I’m loving the top

Don’t run from the fade, don’t run from the Glock

I’m passing my days, I’m tryna get high

My new ho, she gay or sumn’, she probably bi

I’m tryna go date me a shit when I slide

808 Mafia shit, we got the drums in the spot, okay

I’m tired of calling yo’ shit, you don’t answer yo’ shit everytime

Hm, nah really, if we talkin' the cheddar, on God, I’m tryna get plenty

Yeah, on God, I’m riding with K’s, huh

We slide, there’s still gon’ be faith, huh

[Chorus]

Damn, uh, damn, oh

Nigga get taxed, Uncle Sam

My brother just hit for the bands

New Maybach truck, love the rim

My shooter got tats on his face

My twin, he on that, but he here for the scam

Came in this bitch goin’ ham

You never got caught innat jam

They said I’m the goat, yeah, I am, oh

Came straight out the sky like a Sim

Can’t fuck with this thot, she a tramp

Goin’ up like I jumped off a tramp' (Yeah)

Benihanas, not no food stamps

I was lyin’, I ain’t knew them, bitch

And I’m slidin’, tryna boom them, bitch

And I denied this—

[Outro]

I’m in the booth with lil’ Yuki

She love how a young nigga do me

She DM me pics of her booty

I’m chilling, she ain’t even knew me

A villain, they say that I am, but I isn’t, assuming that shit pretty loosely

Abusing me, feel like the shit that you using me really ain’t worth what you doing