I feel like Superman, she off Percs, she gon' bite me

I think I'm Baby Smoove, not 2020, 2019

I put a lot of lean in my cream soda

it taste like ice cream

I made a quarter mil' this week

you was at home playin' MyTeam

I don't got no feelings, sike, naw, I do a lil' bit

I told her ass she give me an M, she can get a kiss

Throwin' bullets at some pussy niggas, I'll never miss

That shit taste like my toothpaste, I can't drink Tris

Fifty with a switch, when I come, you better hit the floor

Soon as you think a nigga done, here come fifty more

Been done shot you in your wrist soon

as you tried to use your pole

Eleven hundred for my hoodie

swear to God I bought eleven more

I could put you on, I can make you rich

I can get you killed, I can send a— yeah

The millions comin' in, shit, now I'm feelin' rich

It ain't nowhere that I can go, everybody want a pic

I eat wagyu steak, she can get filet

Them niggas broke as hell, have his man set the play

I got head in Florence, that shit feel amazing

How you know she fuckin' everybody

and that don't make you angry?

Your BM don't like you, she wish that was my baby

Forty pairs of Amiris, each one twelve-eighty

I eat lamb chops, she feed me dessert like a baby

And I'm ridin' around with my dirty chopper, it do favors

And I'm ridin' around in a new Bimmer

And my new bitch, she gon' do whatever

Fran', Franchise, Franchise