[Hook}

I been slammin' hella doors, comin' off the I-6

Comin' down on them fours, nigga, you ain't dropped shit

Hippin' hella cold on the road, but that don't stop shit

(Huh, phew, bitch) Can't stop shit

[Verse 1]

Callin' through the phone, which tone ringin'?

In a whole different zone with the glow beamin'

Got a wrist full of stones with the gold beamin'

Tell 'em hold up, I don't settle for no reason

Diamond in the cold, gotta package up and stow

Label on the mission, that's a million-dollar toe

Next steppin' in the room, rose petals on the floor

Homie with the rock mixed with Fendi with the coat

Look, I took some time today (For what?)

I'm 'bout to fly away (Okay)

I pushеd them limits off me (Then what?)

Thеn I blew a bag today (Okay)

I got it back right away (Yeah)

I might whip the Jag today (Yeah)

Roll another one for me (What's up?)

Foot on the gas today

One for the money, keep one for the show, then I balance that pack on your nose

Got that thing covered in gold

Drippin' that rhythm and go

[Hook]

I been slammin' hella doors, comin' off the I-6

Comin' down on them fours, nigga, you ain't dropped shit (Hey)

Hippin' hella cold on the road, but that don't stop shit

(Huh, phew, bitch) Can't stop shit

I been comin' down bangin' screw in a drop ship

Like I'm tryna get your whole neighborhood chopped, bitch

If you touch that, don't lose control, catch a hot clip

(Brrr, pah, bitch) It's hot, bitch

[Verse 2]

Married to the beat, you know how I'm rockin' on my feet

Every time I go, you know I eat

Trump goin', you know I be knockin' down the street

I'm with the (uh), with the (woo), I hit makin' hella moves, yeah

Chilly with the blues, but it's cool, yeah

Cool whippin', bitch, I'm 'bout to catch a move, yeah

Goin' way up, rockin' off the moon, yeah

Barkin' off the leash, gettin' loose, yeah

Wrist full of stones like I'm married to Medusa

Gettin' wavy, wrap my baby up like a babushka

Lot of arms, really let that .380 seduce ya

It cost about a milli' to go get it, I be

Gonna get it, if you with it, then let's get it, I be

Super far, I'm probably posted at the Super Bowl

If you can't really tell, bitch, I be goin' extra stupid hard

Don't go and get your favorite rapper whacked, huh

Drop the weight, then go and get it back, huh

Niggas always talkin', copy that, huh

Back when I was short, where the fuck was niggas at? Huh

[Hook]

I been slammin' hella doors, comin' off the I-6

Comin' down on them fours, nigga, you ain't dropped shit

Hippin' hella cold on the road, but that don't stop shit

(Huh, phew, bitch) Can't stop shit

I been comin' down bangin' screw in a drop ship

Like I'm tryna get your whole neighborhood chopped, bitch

If you touch that, don't lose control, catch a hot clip

(Brrr, pah, bitch) It's hot, bitch