That president pulled up with a blick

I'm with my gang, we steady like a clique

When I pull up around the corner, pull the trig'

Skrrtin' on the floor, we all hydrated, pig

Told her 'Wanna suck?', but she just started to lick

I can play all of these chords with a pick

Look into my eyes, I don't like to choose or pick

Yea, yea

I don't even play when I'm talking about my little jit

Take out my blick, take a pic when I sneak diss

(Tell em, tell em, tell em.)

I stay with the kid and the fellas, making monеy, with em' dealers

I go to thе bank, to the tellers. I go to the place and buy me Margiela

I go to perform at Coachella, you know I'm here with my fellas

You know that we foenem, you know that foenem

And I don't even know what that means, had to ask her, 'What's a treesh?'

Had to ask her, what is a treesh? I don't even know what that means

My main for everything