Ryda Muzik motherfucka'
Ya know I'm back up in my bag n***a'
My n***a' Casey on the beat
Look, let me talk my shit

[Chorus]
Ain't never was a materialistic individual
But when I put my ice on it's something 'bout them visuals
Ain't never was a materialistic individual
But when I flick up in designer something 'bout them visuals
Ain't never was a materialistic individual
But when I whip up in that foreign something 'bout them visuals
Ain't never was a materialistic individual
But I like leather in my shit and my dash digital

[Verse 1]
Look, I tell em
My chain will give ya brain freeze
It's sweeter than the frozen cup
Don't even text my pop phone
If you ain't talkin' fours or nothing
Juvie say i'm chosen, yup
And even try to sign me
You ain't paid them last people yet
Dog don't even remind me
We cool and all Hot Boy, but you can't get that on consignment
I promise you something and I bet ya you won't find it
Came up now n***as wanna be down
That branded crap
Foreign so retarded gotta park it in the handicap
Just got some Beats headphones
And a lil' Mac up in my bag
A couple stacks up in my bag
Lil' bitch i'm back up in my bag
Toast a n***a for that bread
Ryda Muzik on my snap
And if you don't leggo my eggo
I got that drain-o on my lap

[Chorus]
Ain't never was a materialistic individual
But when I put my ice on it's something 'bout them visuals
Ain't never was a materialistic individual
But when I flick up in designer something 'bout them visuals
Ain't never was a materialistic individual
But when I whip up in that foreign something 'bout them visuals
Ain't never was a materialistic individual
But I like leather in my shit and my dash digital

[Verse 2]
Look, I tell em look
I sold rifles, they come from Russia
Handguns top shelf foreign
Lil' full n***a with the drum clip
Can't even tuck it under my Ralph Lauren
Every time a n***a hit the strip club
It's rainin' shawty it's straight pourin'
On the breaking news two bodies found
I was in a whole 'nother state tourin'
And I used to scramble like Rondo
But now i'm juggin' out the bando
Now Drako came with six fifty round clips
With the pistol grip handle
You can fuck around and get clapped up
I stay strapped up like Rambo
On Instagram goin' nuts
Doing donuts in the white Lambo
Got a red bone with some good credit
Like girl she ain't really into guys
And the closest a n***a got to commercial
Is when she rented from Enterprise
N***a coulda' bought a whole Altima
But instead I went and got an AP
Face royal blue like KC
Never switched up like KD
Down forty-five [?]
Like a quarter [?] butterscotch
And I ain't gotta tell ya n***a time is money
Big business bitch this my other watch
I be ridin' round just me and Bird
He got the thirty shit top notch
See these diamonds dancing like Michael Jackson
Got the vvs playing hopscotch

[Chorus]
Ain't never was a materialistic individual
But when I put my ice on it's something 'bout them visuals
Ain't never was a materialistic individual
But when I flick up in designer something 'bout them visuals
Ain't never was a materialistic individual
But when I whip up in that foreign something 'bout them visuals
Ain't never was a materialistic individual
But I like leather in my shit and my dash digital