You dropped some of that cotton by your feet nigga

Oh you a slave huh, well I'ma street nigga

Level up before the streets get you, literally

Tiffany & Co, you deserve diamonds for your pickaninny

I ain't no saviour but they're pickin' me

Picnic basket for that bread and grass I'm sittin' in

Run back that gold I should be drippin' in

Run that back like runnin' for gold or my olympic team

I seek understanding not sympathy

I love my women, no simp in me

Just play on her heart strings like a symphony

Sin city, drinking Henny like its water with the winnin' team

And I don't give a fuck about the industry

I just say what I feel put it in the beat

And they're feelin' me

Women twerkin' on my timeline's killin' me

Give Trill3r peace 'fore I slide in your DMs like give Trill a piece

For the thrill of it, singing it like Mike Jackson, thriller g

I'm getting vex my stomach hurtin'

I'm wylin' out, my lady Getting nervous

Push those buttons I know how to work it

I'm try'na show her that there's more to twerkin'

Drinking and drivin' I shouldn't be swervin'

Diggin' the vibe and I'm bigger in person

Let's go and ride if you can be of service

Then wash it down like its rinsed in detergent

Pigs on the road ain't much of a deterrent

Vac pack sealed and no you can't smell it

The rock, stone cold pot, little homie can sell it

Lips sealed and I know that you get it

Take a L, bounce back with a whole different method

I don't call girls hoes but know she can get it

Life's a bitch, give her dick as a gift

Guess the inches while holdin' my presence

No we don't measure up

Words flying round the hood like it's cellular