[Hook]
They fuck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the dick, dick, dick
They fuck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the tip, tip, tip
They fuck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the dick, dick, dick
They fuck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the tip, tip, tip

[Verse 1]
I just spent a stack on some ripped jeans
If your bitch is bad, then she with me
I roll on your city like Blitzkrieg in a A7, that six speed
The coppers, they pat and they frisk me
They look at the tats so I’m risky
I’m dressed in all black that's a mystique
Ain’t no turnin' back till I hit peak, I ain’t turnin', nah
'Cause I done been around a lot of motherfuckas that ain’t wanna see me thrive
Everybody got they hands out, beggin' like Emili, can you keep me live?
No favors, I don’t do favors, I don’t owe favors
'Cause I roll around with the rule breakers
We want new paper with the old faces
I got everything in my momma name 'cause my credit sucks
But I'm makin' cash so my women bad and they wet as fuck
They drown for me, they down for me but I lift 'em up
So if you think that you didn’t win enough, you didn’t risk enough