[Intro]

Huh, bitch, I'm hoppin' out that

What? Bitch, I'm hoppin' out this— yeah, okay

What up, Jose?

(Jose the Plug)

[Verse]

Hoppin' out the suicide doors doin' homicides

Heard my opp a silverspoon, I'll get his mama robbed

Need at least an M to get my name on that dotted line

They keep askin' 'bout that last opp, oh, he not alive

I ain't took no Ls, still know how to drive

Ain't had pocket change, now I'm poppin' dimes

Up a drum like DJ when it's drama time

Quick to blow that whistle like a ref if he get out of line

They think it's fresh up off the skillet how I'm blowin' chicken

Your bitch the G-O-A-T with it how she blowin' dick

Bet I drop a dollar on him if he owe a cent

Baccarat and zotti my aroma, bitches know the scent

I could sell a bitch a dream like she Coretta Scott

I'm gon' pop if you reachin', boy, you better not

I got sick of my old bitch, new bitch got wetter WAP

I only trust in numbers, I think letters lie

Your bitch eatin' healthy, got her in here pickle blowin'

Bitch could be a dime, I wouldn't spend a nickel on it

Spent four-fifty on a shirt 'cause Virgil scribbled on it

How I'm shittin' on 'em daily, boy, this shit look simple, don't it?

Go against whoever, I don't pick opponents

I don't fuck with Morty, all my Rick is Owens

Chemist in the Lab how I whip up potion

Told your ho I got the mag, showed that bitch a Trojan

I'm tired of oppies playin' hide and seek

Mini Drac' his minivan, I catch that Odyssey

Throw my bitch in 'Lenciaga, she ain't rockin' Pink

ARP go bada-boom, Glock, it go bada-bing

Your bitch in that room hittin' notes, taught her how to sing

Piggies ever ask what I know, tell 'em not a thing

Bougie-ass Glock, keep the pole in designer jeans

You ain't gotta ask what I want, it's the finer things

Okay

Tell a bitch that I looked everywhere, ain't find a fuck to give

Find it funny, I be fuckin' on her, you be fuckin' with her

He gon' fight the Glocky, think I'm racist, I won't touch a nigga

That shit silly as hell

Alright, alright, alright, alright, come on

Got your bitch leaf blowin' 'cause she know I rake pros

Bitch know I'm on, off how she take clothes

Middle finger every pic, bitch, I can't pose

Bitch, I'm plugged in everywhere like some LEGOs, no cap

Make the ho believe in Bigfoot, the sneakers Triple S

Camera, Bnb, your bitch and me, we made a triple-X

Funny, ever since we started beefin', opps been livin' less

I just check my bank account if I get depressed

This shit get heavy, bitch, we pitchin', opps gon' get the press

I already mastered scammin', I might get the 'Rex

I go buy a weapon every time I get a threat

Shit, fuck it, I'm done rappin', bro, no cap, no cap