[Verse]

Went to the club to get some food, blew like ten bands (Like ten)

It ain't that hard to choose a side, I ain't y'all niggas friends (Gang, gang)

I quit drugs like every day, tomorrow, I'ma try again

I showed her the racks, but that was just bait, look at how I'm reelin' her in (I keep that)

Get on a headstand for money, dance, open your legs (Pop that shit)

Last eighty bands, KAPITAL pants, I had to wiggle it in

Servin' these bags, who is your mans, you know I'm duckin' the Task

Spin his block, open the van door, he shittin' his pants

I'm 'bout to throw a temper tantrum, you know I'm spoiled as hell

I'm 'bout to go no baby bottle, I'ma just pour it right in

I'm tryna make her cut me off, told hеr I'm broke as hell

I like thе bitches that cater to me, shit, like Kelly, Michelle

Sippin' codeine, bloody steaks, we mobbin' now

And my prices lower than all y'all, I'm comp with Walmart

Just in case nigga wanna step like police do, they layin' the law down

Cut the lights off, whip my chain out, like Iron Man in the house

Soon as I found out money never sleep, I'm takin' my bed out the house

I got two thick bitches wrestling me, it's WWF in the house

I had to tell that lil' bitch, "Suck it, suck it", I went DX on a hoe

You can go shop inside my closet, nigga, it's better than Neiman's store, nigga

Once you go get you a bankroll, it's better than fuckin' a hoe, yeah

Buddy the lamest of all time, I'm callin' that nigga the L.O.A.T

You better stop doin' that pocket watchin', keep a good eye on your hoe

I'm rockin' some runway clothes in the trenches, look like I don't even belong

This shit ain't gon' be in the store (For real), lil' nigga, you cheap and you broke

Your bitch a lil' freak and her throat (Huh), it's platinum, a million sold

My stash keep havin' these growth spurts, it's startin' to make me feel old

My heart may never get warm again, it dropped to zero below

I'm fuckin' that bitch from the back in the shower, look like she droppin' the soap

I pour up the drank with the floor seats and scream out a play to the coach

These niggas ain't know I'm a boss for real, they see me, stop playin' they song

We walk in the club with a gun store, your hip got patted on, nigga

The bitch below my standards, she gotta give lil' twin some head

Course she fucked my gang, nigga, we all can pay the rent

I just got back from space, girl, stop askin' me where I been (I'm back)

Lil brodie came through with a broomstick, that nigga the Wicked Witch (Baow, baow)

You know I'm the one you style from, I'm really the favorite twin

I gave her a hoodie, it's one of one, I'm lettin' you know that I hit

I'm drivin' a car, it's a million bucks, now twelve been on me for ten

This bitch on the 'Gram with her boyfriend, but mad that I'm fuckin' her friend, nigga

Better go get you a bankroll, better than fuckin' a hoe

These niggas lamest of all time, makin' them niggas the L.O.A.T

You better stop doin' that pocket watchin', keep a good eye on your hoe

This bitch on the 'Gram with her boyfriend, but mad that I'm fuckin' her friend

[Outro]

Can I live?