[Chorus 1]

Now we breaking through the glass

Now baking hella gas

Now making hella cash

(aye yea)

Woa woa woa

Come and pull up where I’m at

Woa woa woa

You can pull up all the stats

(aye yea)

Woa woa woa

Don’t know nothing but the facts

(aye yea) (aye yea)

Woa woa woa

[Verse 1]

I been held it down

Built the foundation (got dam)

Fuck with the sound

This shit took patience (ooh man)

Starkiller

With the raw feelings

Have the bass hit’em like

Woa woa woa

My wallet bigger

My role been bigger

My plot been thicker like

Woa woa woa

We blowing up

My sound been sicker

We throwing up (like bleh)

You barely see me Im in the cut

In the stu smoking on indica (indica)

Dodging text coming from Erica (aye)

I think these nighas hilarious

The hate at this point is embarrassing(damn)

Say what it whatever it’s America (pew)

Catch you slipping it’s America (du du du du)

They can’t hear me turn my vocals up

Catching vibes now we rolling up

This all talent you ain’t you one of us, aye

Can’t expect more from an artist, aye

Do I know you beg your Pardon, aye

Imma chill know I’m drawlin

[Chorus 2]

Now we breaking through the glass

Now baking hella gas

Now making hella cash

Woa woa woa

Come and pull up where I’m at

Woa woa woa

You can pull up all the stats

Woa woa woa

Don’t know nothing but the facts

Woa woa woa

[Verse 2]

Finesse everything to the money power

Devour competition

If they ain’t rocking witchu

Breaking through ceiling

Now my nighas winning

And gigs coming

And vids coming

Got Biddies coming, coming over

You make they money

You don’t know the feeling of a

Boss Boss Boss boss boss man

No letting up

Double cross me I’ma wet’em up

It’s been too long and I don’t give a fuck

Fuck dat bitch, get my dick suck

And feet rubbed then I’m good

Hella good from the hood

Where we wish a nigha would

Couldn’t top me never could

Coulda top me then you should

Going off

Shine on my Preston jeans

Money coming 1, 2, 3

I've been chilling don’t touch on me

Bleached these nighas my style to clean

(Aye, yeah)

Like my smell good shawty gone cling (Forreal)

Put my merch up money gone ring

Know these nigha wan' take all my cream (brrr)

She sucking my dick she a fine (its lit)

I’m passing yo bitch to the team

I already hit ain’t a thing

Come and catch me in your dreams

[Chorus 3]

Now we breaking through the glass

Now baking hella gas

Now making hella cash

Woa woa woa

Come and pull up where I’m at

Woa woa woa

You can pull up all the stats

Woa woa woa

Don’t know nothing but the facts

Woa woa woa