Nah, he aint- hes not even Teen X, fuck him
Yeah
Ive been sippin way too much drink, I think I need a new kidney
Every time I see a soda, I gotta pour some Wocky in it
And every time your bitch see me roll up, she reminisce about how I lick it
Im not your mans, Im not your bro, dont call my phone when it get sticky
I dont go nowhere, ayy, yeah, without my blicky
I dont got no opps out here, niggas just hate me, niggas just envy
When I was in school, I had to ask on my mama, now she stay with Fendi
Remember I could not afford a designer belt, now look at me, boy, I got plenty
Balenci, Celine, Chanel
My shooter, he dressed in designer, he ready to kill
Put that lil boy on a plate, he get ate like a meal
All of these niggas be fake like a BBL
But my bitch all real
Yeah, my bitch just like a model, ooh
He shot his shot, but aint follow through, oh
Rick on my collar, oh, oh
This is not Prada, oh, oh
Yeah, she not a toddler, oh, oh
But I call her baby
She let me drive her lil Benz, now me and my friends slide in a Mercedes
This an S550, nah, this not the Maybach, but yeah, its the latest
I get money, I get racks, I get paid, bitch
Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment
If you try, you gon die where you lay, bitch
None of my niggas wont miss, let you feel how that K hit
I dont know whats on my kicks, but it look like I stepped in gravy
Everybody rockin all black, I wanna be different, so Im rockin navy
Lil boy, you shouldve signed to Opium, I laugh at that nigga, he slavin
You aint get no money, you aint got no funds, I count that shit up and Im savin
Im makin ten, 12, 15 times whatever these niggas be makin
These niggas got it fucked up and these niggas be lyin
These niggas be cappin on Instagram and Twitter
Fuck a tweet, fuck a post, nigga
Talkin bout racks, I get the most, nigga
Talkin bout hoes, I fuck the most, nigga
I fuck on that bitch, then Im goin ghost
You know you gotta keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
Thats why I walk with a Glock 43 on my holster
I put my bitch in Balenci, I told her to take off that Fashion Nova
If she got Givenchy shark boots on her feet, bae, come a lil closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I put that ho in ALYX, yeah, then tell her, Come closer, huh, yeah
She say that she feelin me, yeah, she tell me, Come over
Yeah, got a freak Im finna hit right now as soon as we over
Yeah, and I got some ice on me right now, lil shawty, Im cold
Huh, huh, I cant leave my crib without my pole
Huh, huh, I cant leave no crib without my pole
Huh, yeah, I count up these racks for sure, for shit sure
Yeah, huh, I get the racks for a show, then rock that show
Yeah, I just pop my shit, then pop that ho
Big bro still serving rocks, yeah, but please keep that on the low
Yeah, shawty, Im a rockstar, my guitar got a scope
Im rockin all black and my cross upside down, Im not the Pope
Im looking strong, Im boolin with this model ho and she love coke
Im in Europe, shawty, spent like 25 on a new coat
Im gettin paid, lil shawty, I buy what I want up out that store
If they in my way, then Ima up that stick and let it go
Huh, I been countin up like too much cash, Im uppin my roll
Yeah, we been breakin the dash, this SRT been huggin the road
Huh, she just wanna come and fuck on the gang, thats for sure
Yeah, I just wanna put some pointers all in the chain, for sure
I get money, I get racks, I get paid, bitch
Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment
If you try, you gon die where you lay, bitch
None of my niggas wont miss, let you feel how that K hit
I dont know whats on my kicks, but it look like I stepped in gravy
Everybody rockin all black, I wanna be different, so Im rockin navy
Lil boy, you shouldve signed to Opium, I laugh at that nigga, he slavin
You aint get no money, you aint got no funds, I count that shit up and Im savin