'79 Malibu, 450, four in it
What the fuck you talking 'bout? These is all my bitches
Just went up on my price, I need all my digits
When I look at your crew, I think all y'all snitches
Them niggas met on the 'Gram, now they dawgs, [they kickin'You and that money don't match, I know that's not your chicken
On the phone with B. O. A. , made him raise my limit
Can't let pour the drank, he gon' put percs in it
I'ma do the whole dash, I don't stop for tickets
No cap, I catch a body, if my Wockhardt missing
I just went shopping in New York
and spent your turnaround chicken
Then I went shopping back in Philly, acting like it was
She got her hand in my pants, I didn't give her permission
Shit from now back to May, I done made like 250
Evеry line in my cup, that's another $250
Bought some morе Balenciagas, they cost more than $960
If a nigga sneak dissing, we gon' do him like 50
Used to live off the jugg shit, my life is so risky
Rose Gold and white Skeleton Audemars
I got a Glock and a chop, and a pound in my car
We ain't the toughest in the world
but if a problem, we gon' solve it
Catch a nigga in a chair we gon' shoot him in his
Why in the fuck I'm pouring up? It's 6: 30 in the morning
I might give her one chance, but it's over if she boring
Got a bitch in L. V. , she so motherfucking gorgeous
Think about what you doing, you'll make your child an orphan
I'm a god in Saks Fifth, I done spent a nigga mortgage
I done spent a nigga

I'm in a hellcat now, all the fucking windows tinted
Riding with a chopper, just me and three bitches
Hold my cup when I'm speeding
'cause that bitch'll get to spilling
If I put it to the floor, then the wheels get to spinning
I'm not with that ho shit, I'll have your head peelin'
These are 762's, shit, they like four inches
I got 30 in this chopper, I drop more than four niggas
I mix Dior with the Louis when I'm codeine sipping