[Intro]
Brrt
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
Let’s go
I beat all the odds
Ayy, shoutout Os though
Woo

[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
Uh, I just fucked up the show and they wanna come pay me a fee of a couple of grand ‘cause they know we ain’t cheap
I been talkin’ my crack on the beat
The way I pop out it’s too rare, so they payin’ me bare
When life wasn't fair, some guys wasn't there
They can't stand me, go IKEA and get you a chair
Can’t stand me, but she wanna eat me like candy
All of these girls wanna trap me, I been a Plan B, sadly
I got my jimmy on handy, said that she preg’ but my heart wеnt flat like Stan Lee (Tchh)
I ain’t a daddy, bitch
Annie, are you okay? (Is you okay?)
I know you dumb

[Verse 1: Fimiguerrero]
Bro got thе clip and the big stick drum
If he shoot it, you'll see him black just on my lungs
Got too many hoes, don’t fuck with no bums
Got too many grams, don’t fuck with no rum
Got too many tricks, I’m makin’ her cum
Rock too many shows, my bank got a sum
My money that I made off tourin’ off Brum
With Manny in London, I do it for fun
I fuck her for shits n’ giggles
I thought I was high, seein’ double but buy me some, price done tripled
Back in the day, I listened to you, I was little in the mode, you was sayin’ I’m hard, ayy
Somebody lied, ‘cause I know a star, I got a chopper in the c— (Huh)
I’m on that Rozay flow (Maybach music)
My pockets been fat like lard, on God, ayy
[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
Uh, I just fucked up the show and they wanna come pay me a fee of a couple of grand ‘cause they know we ain’t cheap
I been talkin’ my crack on the beat
The way I pop out it’s too rare, so they payin’ me bare
When life wasn't fair, some guys wasn't there
They can't stand me, go IKEA and get you a chair
Can’t stand me, but she wanna eat me like candy
All of these girls wanna trap me, I been a Plan B, sadly
I got my jimmy on handy, said that she preg’ but my heart went flat like Stan Lee (Let’s go, hol’ on, tchh)
I ain’t a daddy, bitch (Yes)
Annie, are you okay? (Is you okay?)
I know you dumb (Yo, yo, yo, yo)

[Verse 2: Len]
If life is a bitch, my hand on the clit, I’m rubbin’ it
Range Rover with a lightskin, that’s my bad, I promise I’m colorist
Mom keep askin’ if I fear God, my face and neck tatted, huh
But I just bust down the Jesus piece, I took it to John the Baptist, huh
And I won’t lie bae, I lost my mind, this life so fast I had to adjust
But it’s a must, trust, fuck
Never had a trust fund, no luck
When the doors go up, shawty wanna give ‘uck
I guess shawty saw I’m important
Hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on
And I don’t care about nobody’s list, except the Forbes list
Porsche exhaust, I torched it
When I floor it, this shit got awkward
We ain’t talking, bitch you forced it
Had a brick before I bought Minecraft
Coke and forge him
Pats get sorted
Cats get sorted
Racks distorted
Trap to sport ‘em
Racks on racks, no mortgage
Black flag up, I’m hauling