Number 9 the fit, I got 2 on the chain

Tryna be cut like tea, stop that shit

Y'all niggas really be lame Boy, this big-ass truck be rude as hell

Can't even stay in its lane I make music for the love of it

Y'all niggas just want the fame

Ricky bella for the rain, yeah

They be talkin' bout top dog shit They ain't droppin' no 40

Can't even go outside to catch me a vibe these women be too damn horny

Ghost as hell, ski mask on my face So fuck niggas, don't record me

We ain't opps, cause your girlfriend want mе Nigga don't want your shawty on god

Niggas still ain't slide Cause they finna diе

Brother high as hell, think I seen him in the sky

Why you think you got the right to judge me? You ain't God

Made amends with my top opp so i can slime him fraud

Way, I beat that brick up, niggas think I'm fuckin' Mike

Feel like Yachty, got it in the holster, yellin' strike

Speakin' of Lil Boat, I had to tell her this one night

Do it for my flag, huh, had to raise it high

Do it for my twin, shout out gang, love my guys

Your dad was a rat, when you grew up, raised a mice

Only time you on the fuckin' roll, you playin' dice

Boy, I hate the stars, till this day, fuck the 5