[Intro]
Posing for the gram, he yelling n***a tag me
Posing for the
Huh, hold up, yeah
Ok

[Verse 1]
Why you Posing for the gram (What you talking bout n***a)
These N***as be hatin But really #1 fans
Hol up bruh is this ur mans?
I need my chicken in advance
I'm talkin 5-6 million, sky scrape buildings, 40 achor land
Gotta find my own way
Find a place where I can lay
I been tryna make it happen, saw the shit change with Everything 1k
Mil town Mil town, 414 born and I was raised
H town h town, sauce Wak Travis Scott, vibe waves
37 night and days
Arron Rodgers Bay plays
Trapping hallway maze
Got my city so amazed
Like how that tall lanky n***a with the big teeth, finally make a way
Like how tf he getting saved
I wonder how much did he make
Brought the lambo to the hood feeling brave
Ion want her if lil mama ain't paid
Ion want her if she ain't got it maid
I might take her if she bad and she slayed
Feel my presence, all you n***as behave
Or open presents, with the 41 k
I'm breaking records, in the game like 2k
I'm just infectious, tell yo man grab the raid
This Not a concert, on the gang issa rave
Im tryna surf right on the crowd like a wave
Im taking orders, take yo mans to the grave
I line em up, I give lil Brodie a shave
Or give em swaggy, if he catchin a fade
My baby trippin cause she know she got played
I'm sorry baby but a player gone play
It's DNA, I Got this shit in my veins
[Chorus]
Like ooh, ooh, Fresh out the bed
Fuck a lil vest cause I'm comin for heads
Fuck ya lil crumbs tell yo mans get sum bread
Gotta bad bitch left her message on read
Ooh, ooh, come here lil boo
Zooted tonight but I'm leaving with you
Bad bitch so lavish I'm fucking her too
Date In the wrait let my stars be the view
Like ooh, ooh, Fresh out the bed
Fuck a lil vest cause I'm comin for heads
Fuck ya lil crumbs tell yo mans get sum bread
Gotta bad bitch left her message on read
Ooh, ooh, come here lil boo
Zooted tonight but I'm leaving with you
Bad bitch so lavish I'm fucking her too
Date In the wrait let my stars be the view

[Verse 2]
These n***as be hating, i'm Hollywood chasin, i'm leaving the hood, but the hood follow me
You talking that smack, you gone end up on smack, like a backwood, I blow you lil n***as like trees
I'm fresh out the gutta, my money turn butter, I stripped yo lil bitch, she get down on her knees
She wasn't on me, when I wore the beanie, now I'm eating these tracks, turn my beanie to cheese
Fresh off the east, where my lil n***as eat, i'm in field, you can probably catch me in sum cleats
I'm stacking my money so high, I just look to the sky, and thank god, for the birds and the bees
I wasn't on shit like 3 months and a week, now I'm selling out venues, man this shit is a breeze
I count hella bengies, my pockets was empty, no wonder these n***a, don't represent me, Don