[Verse]
Off of the xans, still gotta keep my head up
But if he want smoke with the gang, then we can get up
No we ain't gonna talk lil’ bro, we just apply the pressure
Oh, that's him over there, yeah, we gon' get him
With a lil’ hoe that's foreign, I call that bitch Rosetta
I'm a goon, stay masked up like the fucking V for Vendetta
Put a lil' cake on his head, happy birthday, you just got set up
Money counter with the birds flying in the trap
R.I.P. Fredo, still got the V up on my back
Last night got so damn high, thought I wasn't coming back
Oh, fuck, I just woke up off the drugs, relapsed
If we gon' get paid, then we hitting Saint Laurent
We can buy anything in the store, tell me what you want
Yeah, I'm a skinny dude, but my bank account fucking strong
Shawty wanna kick shit with me, she wanna get along
Isn't that your hoe right there?
Babygirl, that’s Dom
In that YSL
Kicking shit, YSL
You need a feat, a hook, a verse, then hit my Zelle

[Outro]
Boy, you fucking with a soldier