Damn Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?

Wop? Why these niggas— (I just, nothing wrong)

Wop? Why these niggas tryna take your style?

I just bought another car, it go like two-hundred miles

I'm a boss, turtle pie, boy you smokin' paw-paw

Glock in my bitch purse when we out and about

All jokes aside nigga, I come and renovate your house

Can you tell me the difference between a rat and a mouse?

He caught two to the throat, I was aiming at his mouth

The workers in Saks text me when the new shit coming out

At Neimans, shit in Detroit and Atlanta

Why in the fuck is so much Wock in my Fanta?

Me and my bitch a boss, both of us gettin' pampered

Spent two hours in Gucci, I done turned it to a habit

Get shot in yo head lil' nigga for all that cappin'

This a AK-47, I'll shoot you and yo' captain

One-fifty on the freeway, thinkin' if I should go faster

Put some money on yo' car

have that bitched flipped backwards

Niggas copy me too good how I know you niggas active

Bitch I got real money, I'm not yo average lil' bastard

Get a taste of scam money boy, I bet you stop trappin

Boy you niggas been fell off, shit, I wish y'all stop rappin

And stop beggin' for a feature

you niggas broke it ain't happening

I don't know what's wrong with me, I got Prada, Fendi habits

Niggas really fucked up wave ridin', shit tragic

Put some light change on you, he gon' disappear like magic