Walkin’ out the store and she wearin’ all that Prada

Yeah, I’d like to get some top, I’m stuck starin’ at her bottom

Yeah, her man wanna talk, but I don’t want the drama

Yeah, her man wanna talk, but I don’t fuck wit talkin’

Gonna hit me? Hit me man, just do it

Hit me up on Instagram if you fuckin’ wit my music

A collab let’s do it, spittin’ raps and they groovin’ and movin’ and bumpin’ all my new shit

They fuck wit me, how lovely, cuz’ I’ll be droppin’ music

Aye, I got some more shit to spit for y’all

Hold up

Whores gon’ be whores, hoes gon’ be hoes

I’ve done this shit before, aye, shoutout to these folks that show all the support, you will not be ignorеd

Finna crash this fucking whip

Yo, I just wrecked the Porschе

You can suck my fucking dick cuz’ you a fuckin’ bitch for sure

You be talkin’ all that shit, but you won’t do shit of course

I ought to kill yo lame ass, but I wouldn’t show remorse

Ayo, fuck that ski mask I’ll throw that shit down on the floor

We ain’t on the same boat, hell no, ask Noah

Underground as fuck, James they still don’t know us

Aye, hopefully I’ll blow up and have a fucking glow up

And quit talkin’ bout my hair damn, it’s not a fucking bowlcut

Man, you witnesses to this shit, like Jehovah’s

Hit his ass with that switch, in my range, no rover

Switchblade I’ll show em, how the fuck I cut up in this bitch

Well shit Zech, motherfucker, trust no one