[Verse 1]
Blunted, check
Stuntin, check
Funds in, check
Got em runnin, check
Clicked up, never change
Fendi on me, pocket change
Check my dm, she a babe
Like a zombie, need the brain
I think you lost or you dumb
Cause you come in the city you runnin' around
I’m just a boss, rule of thumb
Don't be sharing your profit with dummies and clowns
*Breathing* Call me Young Kraven I'm huntin’ em down
You got Lacoste on you waist
I got gators who ready to eat and get food in they mouth
Money might flip, that's my intent, pullin' up wit like seven thangs
All of em rich, I'm heaven sent, ride along right to heaven gates
Ways you a bitch, I can admit, honestly I see plenty ways
Not like the rest, imma see death, if I don't pop by twenty-eight
I get the win when I want
You think it's your chick but she definitely not
You people around me are making me sick
But I'm dressing up like I be drippin' in snot
Jump in this shit and I do it
Call Uber Heli’ and flew it
Go to Tahiti and Fiji and Egypt
In one day, not speakin but my money fluent

[Break]
Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh, ya know, ya know, ya know
Yuh yuh yuh, ya know
Wait, ya dig, wait, ya dig, yuh, wait wait, ya dig
Wait ya know, ya know, wait, yuh yuh, wait

[Verse 2]
I tell em hold it. Back wit’ it, kid
Homie pulled up with the Backwoods again
Back in the day I was down and was out
Still down and I'm out but I’m back on my shit
Yeah I'm back on my shit. Forgiato on the rims
Got 9 hoes with us so we packing the benz
Got bodies on bodies and we packing em in
Hear my phone ring calling, imma pass once again, wait
That's a bad ting calling
Side of effect of poppin' and the crowd I draw in, wait
It ain’t nothin when the Bens keep talking
I ain't talkin but the car, just the blue strips homie, wait
Draw the line call me a pencil homie
You could hardly pay the rent tho homie, wait
I just wanna check the BOFA app and cash out
But can hardly get around it cause the ringtone callin'
Ugh ok, that's it wait
Now sit wait, the endgame, wait
A disgrace, smack the kid face
Hit like King Kong, make the wrist break
Now his bitch gone, made a mistake
She want a picture, I say no thanks
She want a painting, I'm not Da Vinci
Rock Givanchy. or Givenchy?
What's the difference? What's the problem?
Competition: I don't got one
I'm feelin' lonely, ain't a problem
Hip-hop awesome, the only hot one
Tell me if you keepin up cause baby I ain't lookin behind me. wait
All the shitty labels and recruiters who be lookin to sign me, wait
Give me competition opposition, if you find it well finally, wait
Hit me up the day you get it, yeah I think you know where to find me, wait