[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, slatt, yeah, yeah
Slatt, slatt
[Chorus]
Yeah, bankroll as tall as a center
Everything you try to do, yeah my gang do better
I'm on a whole 'nother level
VVS just on the wrist, that's a whole new bezel
Lil' bitch, this a Chrome Hearts sweater
I'm with D Rich in the spot, make it hot like weather
Yo bitch on my hotline, cellular
Tell her to pull up, and she eat dick like Popeyes special
Push up in a hot rod, huh
Said that it smoke, nigga pop off, huh
Thought she was a saint, whеn she came over hеre, started playin' with balls like it's Top Golf, huh
Too many niggas tryna diss on my name, thinkin' they lil' shit finna pop off, huh
That lil' ho said I'm rich, ho you not wrong
In the field, I'm the motherfuckin' top dog
A young nigga been swervin' in traffic
[Verse 1]
That lil' bitch is so overdramatic (C'mon)
When I'm done, I'm gon' throw her and pass it
Bankroll on bankroll, gotta keep on addin' (Yeah)
New designer shit, throwin' on fashion (C'mon)
Niggas broke, that's why we always clashin'
In that AMG, doin' the dashin'
That lil' ho wouldn't fuck with me back then
Fuck that stream, I ain't into reactions
Niggas know I'm way better than that shit
Turn up the crowd on the stage, I went back, shit
Spend a bag, and watch me make it backflip
And I'm never goin' out like that kid Pulled up to the stu' and he got whacked quick
I could see him lookin' like a fat bitch
Scored on the drank, nigga like a hat trick
Huh, we got drank, pull up, bitch
We got bags, pull up, bitch
I'm tryna geek up, not tryna exist
Blunt like FIFA, shit got some kick
I-I got fat wallet, bitch
Nigga, I been poppin' my shit
Whole lotta hoes tryna chill in the 'Vette
Countin' through blue hunnids, like I'm Nem
[Verse 2]
Hey, hey
He think he smarter than us, you's a backdoor
I smoke a blunt in the air, now I'm back, ho
I fuck a ten, and turn her into a pass on
7.62 turn lil' bro to a casserole
Leave him dead in the ground, like it's Astro'
Blunt like the size of my finger, no cap, ho
Put a cap on his ass, now he capped out
Rockin' KA$HWAYZ around here, you get slapped, ho
Or get slapped on, sippin' Wock', but I'm tryn' get my act on
Fine shit, I'm tryn' get in her backbone (Yeah)
I'm with twin in the 'Vette, rollin' fat cones (Yeah)
Spend a band on my fit, made it back in like one day
Too rich, they call me a "Asshole"
That lil' ho on my dick 'cause she fuck with my feng shui
I'm the one she tryna smash on
[Chorus]
Yeah, bankroll as tall as a center
Everything you try to do, yeah my gang do better
I'm on a whole 'nother level
VVS just on the wrist, that's a whole new bezel
Lil' bitch, this a Chrome Hearts sweater
I'm with D Rich in the spot, make it hot like weather
Yo bitch on my hotline, cellular
Tell her to pull up, and she eat dick like Popeyes special
Push up in a hot rod, huh
Said that it smoke, nigga pop off, huh
Thought she was a saint, when she came over here, started playin' with balls like it's Top Golf
Too many niggas tryna diss on my name, thinkin' they lil' shit finna pop off
That lil' ho said I'm rich, ho you not wrong (C'mon)
In the field, I'm the motherfuckin' top dog
A young nigga been swervin' in traffic
[Outro]
Swervin' in traffic
Skrrt, skrrt