[Intro]
(Riding, lowkey, n***as think they know me)
(And we swervin' the whip)
(Rockstar bitch, she tryna come and suck the soul out me)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I rock an all black fit
With an all black stick, got a blonde hair bitch
On the east side, we spinnin' out, we swervin' the whip
I'm with big bro, he tweakin' out, got drums on the Glick
I been riding, lowkey, fans think they know me
Bring that hoe into my room, but I know she get no key
I got mob-ties, bitch, yeah, I can't tell you what they told me
Rockstar bitch, she tryna come and suck the soul out me

[Verse]
I don't got a problem with it, think I seen it in my dreams
I just rock the show, pick up the backend, and went and bought some jeans
And my bitch a fashion fiend, fuck that, I'm a fashion fiend
Fashion just like the Met Gala, every time I hit the scene
We love codeine, cash and weed, got this bad bitch, she a teaser
Glick on me, I up that shit, and that fuck n***a freeze up
And they take my swag for free, I guess I shoulda been a teacher
This lil' bitch a eater, fuck her, and then I leave her

[Chorus]
Bitch, I rock an all black fit
With an all black stick, got a blonde hair bitch
On the east side, we spinnin' out, we swervin' the whip
I'm with big bro, he tweakin' out, got drums on the glick
I been riding, lowkey, fans think they know me
Bring that hoe into my room, but I know she get no key
I got mob-ties, bitch, yeah, I can't tell you what they told me
Rockstar bitch, she tryna come and suck the soul out me