[Verse 1]
God damn I might end up on a hit list
Diamond chain Gucci ring yeah I'm a big fish

Rolex, count big checks, only fuck with bad bitches that's a big flex

Diamond on my chain too icy
Flex on a bad bitch that didn't like me
Got a table at the club turn on the lights please
I just want them all to see me then I'm out leave

Got these n***as feeling like an X-Man yeah
Might fuck around and be your bitches next man yeah
Never good at math but now I count bands yeah
I got shooters if you fucking up my plans yeah

Count bands all I got is dead friends yeah
Whip game change pull up in a Benz yeah
4 door coupe that's a lifestyle
Turn your girl to my wife with a big smile

I'm like calm down
I'm too all out
Got money in my hands plan to ball out

Remix, I need a new bitch for my new bitch
I'm playing cupid

[Way More!]

I think
I might be
To fucked up I might lose it!

I just drank whole bottle of Henny so please excuse me if I'm acting stupid!

Don't fuck with nobody that's the movement
Don't know many other n***as that can do this

Riding my wave like I'm Moses
Give me a problem I'm parting the ocean

I'm running on E please don't gas me up
I don't even know your name so don't DAP me up
We not friends I'm not friendly I don't give a fuck
I might pull up to the party in a Bentley truck

Gold chain on, got new bitch yeah my bitch game strong, she don't even drive but her whip game hard, just came off the wave, so we drip too hard

Drip too hard
I don't wanna waste time
Fly across the state Nah, baby we can FaceTime

Hit me on my line Imma probably decline
If they ask I'm doing fine so don't hit me up
20 21 n***as still playing with guns
I just hit em with a bar and still end it all

I don't give a fuck
I knew what it was
I Said it cause I could
God damn
I don't even rap, this sounding like a wrap, hahaha