[Intro]
Grah
Drilloholic
Grah grah, grah grah
Josh
Get money
Uh
Grah grah
Like, look

[Verse]
Airplane mode when I’m out on them hits
My bitch be thinking I’m cheating and shit
Nah, I’m just with Nina and shit
Water, Aquafina the drip
Other n***as probably jacking my hits
I don’t look for no recognition in that shit
EBK, I’m the definition of that shit
I can’t get to politickin’ with a bitch
She gon’ eat me all up out the drip
‘Cause I can’t get naked in a bitch crib
I can’t say half the shit that I did
N***as know I ball, two eye
Got my daughter tatted right on my rib
Left from the county to the island
The binger was nasty
I was quiet just looking around and totin’ on Jackie
In the Pumas, I came with Patakis
I got ‘em white, but I needed ‘em blacky
Always gon’ say I’m good if you ask me
Bitchеs know I’m the wave like Max B
Hеlla good, I be right where the Makks be
N***as seen me and said I ain’t on that
That’s the n***as that’s walking right past me
That’s the n***as that dont wanna, look—
They just want clout, so they saying my name
I just want the money, I’ll give you the fame
I’ll give you my life ‘fore I’ll give you my chain
And you better keep sitchy if you jacking gang
Know it get sticky don’t think it’s a game, like
Look
Said you know it get sticky don’t think it’s a—
Uh, like
I know you outside, that’s why you got shot
I keep it with me, that’s why I got knocked
You flex too much and that’s why you got got
Talked too much and that’s how I got drop
They talking dirty, that’s why I brought mops
Most of these n***as is fans, not opps
They see me in person and really be shocked
Cause them n***as ain't know how I rock
I told Gabe that I’m coming to rap
These n***as coming up here to make tracks
They screaming and dancing and puttin’ on acts
Smoking on n***as they ain’t put in packs
I could teach n***as how to get racks
I could teach n***as how to go trap
I could teach n***as how to get back
And you better score if you see me lack
I don’t wanna hear no woulda, coulda shit
N***as know what they shoulda did
I don’t wanna hear no woulda, coulda shit
N***as know what they—
And these n***as corny, they tryna flex like they did it before me
When we start shooting, these bitches be screaming and running like they up on Mory
I love my Spanish mamis when they call me papi
And they say that I’m gorgeous
The shit in my closet, you cannot afford this
I just hope that one day I’m on Forbes List
And we treating Civics like its Porsches
First time on a drill I got nauseous
Said we treating Civics like its Porsches
First time on a drill I got nauseous, like
[Outro]
Grah grah
They know who started all that shit
Legs, like, sitchy, grah grah boom
The motivation back
Grah, grah, grah grah
Free the guys