[Intro]
D. Rein
Yeah, what
Huh, Kin
I'm really getting tired of you n***as man
Real, ayy

[Chorus]
I don't really care about the shits you say
I don't really care about the shits you play
When it comes to music, bitch, I'ma make my way
Who has to stay at it cause I need my space, ayy

[Verse]
Flow so sick, I'ma die off that
Make more money, I'ma grind off that
Got my dick out like bitch, you better grind on that
Money on my mind and I can't take my mind off that, ayy
Drip drop with the swag, switch the weather up
N***as talking shit like what, this whatever bruh
Fuck the games that these n***a play, switch the levels up
Now time to level up
Where the bread at, I could've swear you said this a bakery
N***as say they real, but really, all I see is fakery
Balling out like the major leagues, I only let bitches play with me
N***as say they running up, what you think you gon' take from me
Bitch, I'd-I'd die 'bout that shit
All my n***as here and we go write 'bout that shit
Team Rocket Glock, bitch, I'd make you fly out that whip
Running laps around these n***a like some tryouts and shit