[Verse 1]
Did it for my dawgs on this
I’ma run up the charts on this
Make you have to choose a side
That's how we gon' start on this
Fill up my bank, fill up my drank
Just bought a chain, run like the sink
Frank Lucas fur, dressed in a mink
Met a bad bitch, I had to link
Now that shit in my head
I ain’t with the games, I’m just sticking to the bread
She don’t like what I said
I stay in my lane, can you do the same thing
Had to get back on my shit
I’m at the top of the list
They wanting me to slow down, but I keep makin these hits
I’m tryna go touch a millie, I’m poppin off like a wheelie
I got these stones ya did that, no I ain’t signing no contract
Gotta stay indie, got the black gloves, it's Fendi
How could I forget, we can place a bet
N***as be following me like my pet
I don’t get touched, n***a I’m a ghost
Burnin’ your bread, n***a you toast, damn
Now I get to do what I want, gotta catch up like Hunt

[Pre-Chorus]
I do what I want, what I want
I ain’t tryna fight, tonight (Yeah)
You do anything just to make me mad
Sayin' all these things you can’t take back