Blue bugatti
Pull up on the dolo wearing all this versace
Why you acting like you know me now
Tinted windows
You can't even see me, too much ice all on my wrist
I can't even tell the time now
Black camaro
Shooters here with me, man I'm loaded up on ammo
Fuckin' with me, then I cross you out, yeah
Tinted windows
You can't even see me, too much ice all on my wrist
I can't even tell the time now

Riding in a Bentley, matte black camaro
Got them bitches in my trailer, and they sayin that they love me
Moving slow, moving fast, catch me switching lanes
Stacking bands, on the daily, I'm going insane
Moving up, Hollywood heights, remember my name
On the come up, feeling like I really can't be tamed
All this lean in my cup, I just don't feel the same
Poppin' pillies man, this shit is affecting my brain
Tinted windows, sitting here on the dolo
Got that gas, smoking haze, popping percys
Flying solo, all my brothers, smoking like a rasta, like post malone
Fuckin' with me, pull the desert eagle, up to your dome, yeah

She ridin' with me, copping these designer brands
Louise Vuitton, Gucci, Prada, spendin' a hundred grand
Gettin cash make it disappear, sleight of hand
Commas, commas, man I been stacking these bands

Blue bugatti
Pull up on the dolo wearing all this versace
Why you acting like you know me now
Tinted windows
You can't even see me, too much ice all on my wrist
I can't even tell the time now
Black camaro
Shooters here with me, man I'm loaded up on ammo
Fuckin' with me, then I cross you out, yeah
Tinted windows
You can't even see me, too much ice all on my wrist
I can't even tell the time now

Spilled lean on my ksubis, I'm ballin' you already know
If she be on some sus shit, yeah then she gotta go
Gettin bread, stacking cheese, man I go with the flow
Offing the opposition killing off all of my foes
(1)Pull up on your block, loaded with 410s and shotties
My homies in your yard, this Game of Thrones, you about to bend the knee
You bitches be running, screaming out here like a damn banshee
Taking over, man I just lost count of my killstreak
Said I pull up on the dolo, stacking these bands
So many whips that I be running out of space
There ain't no opportunity to misunderstand
Stocking up, no prescription, this percocet that I lace

She ridin' with me, copping these designer brands
Louise Vuitton, Gucci, Prada, spendin' a hundred grand
Gettin cash make it disappear, sleight of hand
Commas, commas, man I been stacking these...