[Intro]

Bitch, I want a foot in Margiela

I see the bih' right now, if I tell her

Inside the truck, color red

It ain't no good what you tell him

[Chorus]

I want a foot in Margiela (Bitch, I want a foot in Margiela)

I bet that bitch comin' back right now, if I tell her

Inside the truck, color red

Outside the truck, color yellow (Woo, color red)

My shooter leavin' him dead, it ain't no good what you tell him (It ain't no good what you tell him)

Ayy, my brother leavin' him-

Silencer on the Glock (Brr)

I'm at the top, these nigga my sons

Ayy, bitch, I'm yo pops

Arc'teryx jacket, I'm waitin' a month

Tell brother, "Go get me a mop" (Get me a mop)

Catch him at the show, thеn we flexin' him up

G2, finna knock off his top

Don't get out your top, don't play

[Verse]

I know whеre you stay, bitch, I know where you be at

We caught that boy wearin' fake Chrome, bitch, I know that you see that

Ayy, 1500 got a show in Atlanta, where y'all tryna meet at?

These nigga been faker than weave

Ayy, bitch there ain't no playin' me

Ride around with a M16, steppin' up my artillery

Ever since I dropped Presidental, man these niggas turned bitch like Hillary

They tryna beef and they broke, they be killin' me

But nigga, don't think about killin' me

Bro got a Drac', he shootin' at anything

They broke, that's why they not feelin' me

I really get to a bag

These nigga be broke, pockets on E, that's why they mad

Patek Philippe, cost a brick and a half

I sit back and laugh at you niggas tryna be somebody that you not

I'm tryna be somethin' bigger (Ayy)

I'm tryna get to the figures (Yeah)

These nigga actin' like bitches

Y'all nigga actin' like hoes

I'm in the back, countin' digits

Y'all niggas scammin' for clothes

Y'all niggas scammin' on Grail

I just went cop me a grill

Yeah, I told him, "Be fuckin' for real" (Be fuckin' for real)

Ayy, these nigga not like me for real

[Chorus]

I want a foot in Margiela (Bitch, I want a foot in Margiela)

I bet that bitch comin' back right now, if I tell her

Inside the truck, color red

Outside the truck, color yellow (Woo, color red)

My shooter leavin' him dead, it ain't no good what you tell him (It ain't no good what you tell him)

Ayy, my brother leavin' him-

Silencer on the Glock (Brr)

I'm at the top, these nigga my sons

Ayy, bitch, I'm yo pops

Arc'teryx jacket, I'm waitin' a month

Tell brother, "Go get me a mop"

Catch him at the show, then we flexin' him up

G2, finna knock off his top

Don't get out your top, don't play

[Outro]

Bitch

Bitch, I know where you be at

Bitch, I know that you can see that

1500, tryna meet at