Yall rockin with DJ Scheme, lil bitch
Nuri the G.O.A.T, woo
Back ends, lil freak bitch, break her back in
I was on the road, gettin dough, you niggas has-beens
Bust down Rollie, diamond dancin, Michael Jackson
Headed to that bag in a Jag, writin captions
I let the bitch choose up
I wanna fuck her from the back to the front
I let her hit the road, but she cant hit the blunt
Niggas lookin for a problem, we got what they want
Nigga, we is not the same, I swear you niggas punks
You froze up when they went and robbd you, why you didnt duck?
I been ballin like a Laker, I cant ven dunk
I been sippin on some Tech, I aint gettin drunk woo
I be strapped up with a TEC, I aint gettin punked
You niggas really out here starvin like they missing lunch
Ima bust a couple rounds if brodie throw a punch
I knew Id make a couple million, niggas had a hunch ayy, ayy, ayy
Im a walkin lick, walking round, blue bills
Ima fuck your ho, yeah, she lit, no pills
Drunk lil bitch, I wont fuck cause thats weird
Leave a bitch heart broke, face full of tears
Angel on my side but the devil in my ears
Demons in my room but the Glock downstairs
Ima push the start, self-park with the wheels
Damn, thought you was my man but you aint real
I been fucked up in the crib, watchin deals
You a grown bitch but you cant buy your own meal
I dont give a fuck, thats really how I feel
Im a walkin God, broke niggas gotta kneel
I been packin bricks like my name Shaquille ONeal
Who knockin on my door? 12, disappear
Boots on my feet, bitch, with the Moncler
Leather in my Porsche, bitch, I feel like Top Gear