These niggas, they more groupie'd out than these bitches

These bitches, still like these niggas I don't get it

These digits, done took a nigga over now I get it

If you wanna be a lame go ahead, that's yo decision

Fuck around and wear a mask but we'll still drop the witness

Free my niggas in the feds, I'm sick my baby's got attention

Caught red-handed, shit I still don't know who did it

Every gun that I done had always had extensions

It ain't a nigga in this earth

that could fucking say they made me

The way you niggas dicksuck for sauce, man it's crazy

I don't hear a "Smoove" when she with me then it's "Baby"

Have some niggas pull up on you

who could go against the navy

Yo bitch tryna smoke but Imma let her keep her [?]

Imma drive all types of colors when I get my first Mercedes

Got the Midas with this shit if I order, they make it

They don't know I used to struggle with this shit

I was praying

To this shit I got the keys, niggas steady switching teams

Dreaming 'bout some money everyday I want some cheese

Why the fuck niggas always calling me when they in need?

This shit don't happen overnight

you gotta start playing seeds

Different pops, same cup, been dropping lines all week

But I been working like a bitch on the ground with no sleep

I could put them boys on you have you scared to go to sleep

I need 2 thousand for a verse you want the same for a beat

These niggas, they more groupie'd out than these bitches

These bitches, still like these niggas I don't get it

These digits, done took a nigga over now I get it

If you wanna be a lame go ahead, that's yo decision

Fuck around and wear a mask but we'll still drop the witness

Free my niggas in the feds, I'm sick my baby's got attention

Caught red-handed, shit I still don't know who did it

Every gun that I done had always had extensions

I'm tripping, these balenciagas kinda chunky

I'm different, might have a nigga momma tryna fuck me

I hit the road once and got addicted, I'm a junky

I don't deal with crackheads, I crack cars in Kentucky

Got a loyal ass driver she don't care about the distance

Yo bitch gon be loyal till I want her then she missing

Down to my last nigga you don't know the feeling

Boy I told yo ass to bend, why the fuck you didn't listen?

People always asking me for shit, yeah I gotchu

But who gon have my back when, I ain't got no option?

I was eating noodles I saw friends eating lobster

You can ask my bitch I been that nigga call me Papa

Free my brother Solid

any nigga with a problem getting Yeezys to the noggin

When smoove get the Benz AMG fuck a copter

Cause Imma get a demon on god I'm not stopping

It's World Tour Mob and on god we be mobbing