Y'all motherfuckas need to gangbang them books

Instead of tryna be somethin' y'all ain't

Shit, you never know

'Cause I might be the one to kill yo' motherfuckin' ass

I'm in Off-White, but I'm still sippin' red

Fat booty bitch 'bouta make me break the bed

Pink Sherbet in my wood, 'bouta take it to the head

I ain't even ask for it, but she givin' me the head

Stack so fuckin' thick I wouldn’t even try to spread it

Pineapple Fanta 'bouta make it orange reddish

I'll block a bitch number, she ain't nothin' but a headache

I'll pull up from the three like I'm JJ Redick

I'll buy the whole pint, nigga, if the price right

You can't talk to my bitches, none of my hoes nice

Why your neck so cloudy? Boy, your chain look dry

Shit, I think it's ’04, ballin' like I'm AI

Get your best friend iced, he don't wanna play now

When I get a lil' hungry, I look for a steakhouse

Put a down payment on you it's gon' be a stakeout

I just got some head from her, we ain't never make out

Boy, right hand to God, I'll bring the bank out

It don't matter what you want, boy I know a safe route

Shit, my chef from Japan, but it ain't no takeout

Ridin' 'round in the coupe, just me and my K now

He done took a couple pills, now he think he Superman

Playin' with the right one, he gon' end up in the can

I'm in Saks Fifth now with 8, 000 in my hand

I'm about to really spend this, you ain't ever seen a ten

Lucky that I wanna rap, I still got fire bins

Nah, this exotic weed, that'll knock out your wind

I was arguin' with you, but I done swung on your mans

This bitch head was too average, I done gave her to the clan

Boy, I got real money, way more than just bands

Put some phones in the air, I a ain't fuckin' with no tens

Two pints waitin' on me, I'ma get 'em when I land

Fat wood of pink clutches, it'll put you in the end

Boy, you so fuckin' dumb, I can't teach you no scams

You don't got no hoes either you can't even move no grams

Boy, prison can't save you I'ma just tell

Hangin' with a hundred rounds

shoot the phone out your hands

You old snitchin' ass nigga, you would tell on your mans

Shit, it's six in the morning, and I'm pouring up again

Tell the bank all fifties, it's some strawberry jam

Smoke comin' out the tip, but I bet it won't jam

Ridin' in a big Benz

See a nigga walk up in all black then bam

Got so much fuckin' sauce shit, I know every scam

One K for my shoes I won't wear 'em again

Boy, if I tell her to, she'll fuck on my mans

Lost a dog over a bitch it'll never make sense

Seven hundred for my hoodie I just bought it just to wear it

When I step in the room, all these bitches just stare

These is 7. 62s they'll knock down a bear

Make sure that wig tight, 'cause I'm pullin' all hair

Broke niggas out here, I do not at all care

When you niggas out here I do not at all fare

I do not at all

I do not at all

Pull up, and I'll shoot like I'm JJ Redick