Say, "I love you, dad"

Okay

Keep me that— everywhere that I ride

Bad bitch ridin' on my side

Big old motor in the car I drive (Cino)

Got me a bad bitch right here on my side

Keep me a chopper everywhere that I ride

Wipe a nigga up, show him who king slime

Got a bunch of Monclers, got like six or five

Lil' bitch miss me, I don't even know why

It don't cost that much to make sure you ain't alive

Park the Lam' truck right on Rodeo Drive

Buying Number (N) ine, got at least like five

My exhaust pop when I drive (Yeah)

Gucci socks to Gucci slides

Smoking exotics why I'm so high

Send a quick hit, get a lil' nigga popped

Off-White hoodie got stripes on the side

My Backwoods taste good every time

Wock' in my red, that's a lil' rock and ride

Got a lil' bad bitch, I'ma hit it from the back

I'ma switch to the side, I'ma do the whole nine

M560 is gripping my thigh

You don't need to know the price, you ain't even gon' buy it

Oh my God (Yeah, yeah)

Oh my God (Yeah, yeah)

Oh my God (Yeah, yeah)

Oh my God (Yeah)

Oh my

Oh my (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

You ain't even gon' slide (Yeah, yeah)

Keep my iron (Yeah, yeah)

Wouldn't even try it (Yeah, yeah)

Cost your life (Yeah, yeah)

Put a nigga on, I could take a nigga out

Send him on a route, get him shot in the mouth

Keep me a pint, what you talking 'bout, a drought?

He ran to the 'Gram, I ran to his house

Hollow tips hiding all in my pouch

Look in my closet, cost your house

RIPs aimed at your mouth

Got NBA money like Tatum and Brown

We should take vacations to an itty bitty town

Got a lot of money, I could make a big pile

Dirty-ass eight, got the pop looking foul

Still got drank when they say it ain't around

Oh my God (Yeah)

Oh my God (Yeah, yeah)

Oh my God

Oh my (My God)

Oh my

Big old motor in the car I drive

Got me a bad bitch right here on my side

Keep me a chopper everywhere that I ride

Wipe a nigga up, show him who king slime

Got a bunch of Monclers, got like six or five

Lil' bitch miss me, I don't even know why

It don't cost that much to make sure you ain't alive

Parked the Lamb truck right on Rodeo Drive

Buying Number (N) ine, got at least like five

My exhaust pop when I drive

Gucci socks to Gucci slides

Smoking exotics why I'm so high

Send a quick hit, get a lil' nigga popped

Off-White hoodie got stripes on the side

My Backwoods taste good every time

Oh my God (Yeah, yeah)

Oh my God (Yeah, yeah)

Oh my God (Oh my God)

Oh my God (Oh my)

Oh my

Oh my (Ayy, ayy)

You ain't even gon' slide (Yeah, yeah)

Keep my iron (Yeah, yeah)

Wouldn't even try it (Yeah, yeah)

Cost your life

Put a nigga on, I could take a nigga out

Send him on a route, get him shot in the mouth

Keep me a pint, what you talking 'bout, a drought?

He ran to the 'Gram, I ran to his house

Hollow tips hiding all in my pouch

Look in my closet, cost your house

RIPs aimed at your mouth

Got NBA money like Tatum and Brown

We should take vacations to an itty bitty town

Got a lot of money, I could make a big pile

Dirty-ass eight, got the pop looking foul

Still got drank when they say it ain't around

Oh my God

Oh my God (Yeah, yeah)

Oh my God (Oh my)

Oh my God (Oh my)

Ayy, oh my

Oh my

Yeah, yeah, you ain't gon'—