[Intro]
(Theory)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (I'm in this bitch with Clayco)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Lonely), yeah

[Verse]
I just dropped a new vid' and I showed 'em my old swag, these lil' n***as finna run with that
Yeah, to these lil' n***as, guess I'm their dad
Yes, I'm finna take off and I'm not lookin' back
Lonely finna take off and he not comin' back
This shit Comme des Garçons, I got hearts on my bag
And these YSL jeans, I got knots in my pants
I though I made a five, but then I made a ten
I thought I told you I'm not good at math
Real rockstar, bitch, I play with them bands
I'm kickin' shit, lil' bitch, I'm Jackie Chan
And I'm drippin' Issey like I'm from Japan
Sometimes, I get za from the dojo on [?]
And if you try to slide, I might cut off your hand
Know if you try to slime us, be quick as you can
See, I'm a young n***a that get to them bands
Came straight out the mud, don't need advances
No way they know, put that shit on your head
Rick Owens jeans and they cost me a leg
This Margiela drip and it’s looking mosaic
I seen so much shit I can't even say
And I need so much guap that you got away
Ain't no way, I let these folks in my way
Ain't no way we [?]
I'm not tryna pass this blunt, finna face it
Oh, you don't suck dick? Get the fuck out the place
I'm in this bitch, I'm so geeked, outer space
I stay smoking on dope cause that shit keep me sane
I know these n***as bitches so we cannot hang
I've been stacking so much, tell that bitch, "keep the change"
When I'm in this bitch, I'm with the gang
See, I'ma come clean, I think you n***as lame
You the type to suck some dick for some fame
I'm the type to work this shit, get my way
I'm the type to work the bitch, get her paid
And I'm not worried 'bout these n***as, I'm paid
And I'm not worried 'bout these hoes, let 'em fade
And to keep a hundred, don't none of that shit phase me
I'm addicted to money, them blue hundreds faded
It's just something 'bout her, make a n***a go crazy
It's something 'bout her and them bitches go crazy
It's something 'bout her, dawg, but I can't explain it
Designer drip, I can't do the plain shit
I ain't have shit, n***a, had to make it
Stealing her shit, bitch, we jugging and snaking
Life like GTA, I feel like Franklin