(Ayy, Melly, what the fuck is that?)

Wide-body Tonka, I might pull up, jump the curb

Rick Owens jean jacket, got me feelin' like a nerd

Young nigga with them M's, why the fuck wouldn't I splurge?

Fly to Cali, pick a crop 'cause I'm the one who gotta serve

My jeweler Alex Moss, you got that shit from out the mall

My nigga love that food, for his chain, he got a par

Spent two-fifty on this trigger

I can't lie, that shit was stupid

Bitch, I'm a franchise nigga, I get money like them hoopers

I heard that they don't like me

I don't like them niggas neither

I got likе seven cars and I got like ninе divas

I'm ridin' with my switch, like glitch, it start deletin'

I feel like Melo with the braids

LeBron when he was in Cleveland

Six hundred for my steak, my appetite is spoiled

You know how fast I'll kill you, you play with my oil?

All my lil' niggas fiendin', they just wanna kill

But they like ridin' strikers and poppin' hella pills

Me and my niggas spankin', that shit just a setback

You know what happened last year

they still ain't get no get-back

I need that shit confirmed, I can't pay you for no shit bag

And I be smokin' big blunts of dude, I know they hate that

I miss gettin' twelve hundred for them 'Cats

I need my lick back

Ridin' wide-body lamb chop, I know they hate that

If I keep on pushin' pounds of strong, might have a six-pack

I kept pourin' fours and fell asleep, I took a great nap

I wish they had YouTube just for servin'

I'd be on Drink Champs

Juggin' and I'm thuggin' while I'm drivin' with no seat back

Spent that all on drugs, I could've went and bought a V12

Fucked her once and blocked the bitch

got her blowin' my email

Heard the pack just landed, so I get high when I see mail

I'm a real gangster, so I only make a Gmail

Rockin' wide-body 'Lenciaga, Prada boots, walkin' sofa

Yeah, they locked my doggy up

but he done put yous on a poster

Percocets, I'm overdosin', no, this ain't no ibuprofen

I just popped a pink pill and watered down this pink dolphin

Pop out ARP and BPV, bulletproof the whip

Five-percent tint on the window

so you can't see in the whip

Off-White on off-nights, rockin' Vlone when alone

When I pop out, bitch, I'm drippin'

draped in all type vintage Chrome

I could tell your dog a bitch, I could see him in a thong

Geeked up off a G6, I'm poppin' out, ain't goin' home

Wide-body Tonka, I might pull up, jump the curb

Rick Owens jean jacket, got me feelin' like a nerd

Young nigga with them M's, why the fuck wouldn't I splurge?

Fly to Cali, pick a crop 'cause I'm the one who gotta serve

My jeweler Alex Moss, you got that shit from out the mall

My nigga love that food, for his chain, he got a par

Spent two-fifty on this trigger

I can't lie, that shit was stupid

Bitch, I'm a Franchise nigga, I get money like them hoopers