[Verse 1]

I ain't even rapping, this is just casual conversation

Drugs are only good if you do them in moderation

Me and producers making hits, that's cooperation

I'm tryna make money fast but there are complications

You had a gathering but only brought one guy

I see so many cars but only made one buy

How can you give up now, you did one try

I got a happy meal and all I ate was one fry

Told them to make racks, I got a bunch of them

Pull up to the cinnamon toast and I am crunching them

I got three bitches in my house, yeah I'm fucking them

Run up on the opps, we don't use guns, we punching them

Nothing is working but I pull up to the function

I just watched an amazing movie, that's a good production

Pull up on your bitch and she gives mе good suction

Pull up on your bitch and we simulate reproduction

You don't havе a car, everywhere you go you ride the bus

I could never make clean music, all I do is cuss

You could never catch me lacking listening to Russ

Just made an addition to my money, that's a plus

I just made so much money I can't make more

I am not a door engineer, I can't make doors

I got so much money I could buy out Supreme stores

I just watched Messi play football and he scored

That's a lot of points

I got two arms and two legs, that's a lot of joints

I got to parents that I'm eager to disappoint

I might get a knife and I stab you in your fucking groin

Lyrics just come to my brain, this is so simple

Can't fuck a bitch unless she got dimples

Run up on the opps, they all get popped like some pimples

Carrying machine guns, you know we don't fuck with pistols

[Chorus]

Broke ass can't afford Airpods, got Raycons

I don't wear deodorant, now I turn my stank on

I have an explosive device but please stay calm

I'm more powerful than a motherfucking maelstrom

[Verse 2]

Sorry for yelling, I know that shit was too loud

I look up in the sky, then I see two clouds

I pull up to Coachella, yeah that's a huge crowd

Driving through the city but I'm waiting for the snowplows

I just got a new flash drive, it has no files

You have no drip and no money, you have no style

I'm tryna come up in the game but it takes awhile

I really hate rapists and I sure as hell hate pedophiles

This music is so easy to make that it gets boring

If I keep going, I'll be able to rap while snoring

Is it raining outside? Bitch it is pouring

Fucked that bitch all over the bed and the flooring

Just bought a new crib but not the baby kind

You are so fucking stupid, you have a baby mind

I cannot see what's in front of me, I may be blind

If I keep going where I'm going then I may be signed

Nope, nevermind, fuck the labels and their contracts

Pull up to your bitch and then I take out my contacts

My dick is a relic of the past, it's an artifact

We might run up on you with our asses, that's a fart attack

Fucked that bitch so good, she might get a heart attack

I'm dropping albums so much, that's a chart attack

These little pins are too small, we need larger tacks

Money tower isn't big enough, we need larger stacks

[Chorus]

Broke ass can't afford Airpods, got Raycons

I don't wear deodorant, now I turn my stank on

I have an explosive device but please stay calm

I'm more powerful than a motherfucking maelstrom