[Intro]
(Hey, where's rolo?)
Yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah (Uh)

[Verse 1]
Japanese denim, that shit staying right on my body
Import a new whip, driving that Maserati
No Overcast, know that I ride with that tommy
You know I'm on go, I'm not talking 'bout KAMI
I know that boy is scared, he been calling for mommy
He want that beef, then we serve him pastrami
You don't wanna test me like my name was Johnny
He not a problem, that lil' n***a scrawny
Okay, finna switch up the flow, I'ma get in my bag if these n***as don't think I can do it
I'm not talking 'bout my label, but my n***as solving that problem, it's simple and stupid
The 7.62 left that boy toothless
I'm killing these beats, know that I've been ruthless
Been eating good, know I'vе been up in Ruth Chris
I let my bro know we finna shoot shit
Aiming that choppa, I feel like a mobstеr
Dreads in my hair, bitch, I feel like a rasta
I cut off my hoes, I cleared out the roster
He want that smoke, turn that boy to a foster
He want that smoke, turn that boy to a fossil
My money big, and this shit is colossal
Upping a toolie if we see a hostile
They singing my songs like they preaching a gospel
[Verse 2]
Bitch, run up on me and see what's gon' happen
Bet your bitch know I've been back in action
You just saying words, n***a, you capping
Not in FaZe, but you know I'm adapting
Need a price, I ain't talking 'bout Captain
Shoot his hat, 'cause I know that boy capping
Always work and, no, I'm never slacking
Choppa gon' pop like that shit is named Mary
Rick on my jeans, know this shit not Amiris
Hit that boy then we said, "Sorry," sincerely
If you beef with that gang then we hurt you severely
Took that boy tooth like a muhfucking fairy
N***as too slow, they can't catch up like Gary
I'm counting money, that green, like it's Perry
Put him in the dirt, in that damn cemetery
My life a movie directed by Spike Lee
All these n***as don't wanna come and fight me
White bitch in my DM sipping chai tea
Say you better than me, that's unlikely
And I stand on the shit that I say
Hop on that plane, I'm in every damn state
And them bullets gon' eat you like you a buffet
And the coupe going one-twenty on interstates
He's tryna debacle, he wanna debate
My gang roll up on you, shoot you in broad day
Hit that boy in the head, in the damn toupee
If you want a feature, then bring 10K to the table
But already that you not fucking able
I know you broke, your bank 'count is unstable
I'ma get to the point and this shit like a staple
I might go down to Italy, go out to Naples
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Make anything, n***a, don't fuck with a label
That n***a down bad, know he still watching cable
That boy cap in his songs, know that boy tellin' a fable
And no, I'm not talking 'bout gang
The choppa hit that boy, that shit left a stain
Two Glockies on me like my name is Max Payne
I be spazzing on any beat, I go insane, lil' n***a
I'm going mental, bitch, I'm going stupid
We gon' run in that crib and you know that we loot it
I be smoking that gas too much, think I polluted
Had to take that boy life, know we had to conclude it
I'ma smoke me a blunt, then I'm finna be booted
I'm at the top and that shit's undisputed
Oh, this is your song? Okay, n***a, go mute it
I've been counting that cash, n***a, you can't compute it