[Hook]
I'ma boy with this K real dome hitter
[?] n***a tryna leak I'm a post hitter
Fourth base I'ma home hitter
And if the bitch fuck with suckas bet a band that I won't hit her

[Verse 1]
Ayy, it's fifteen in this stick
Shoutout Lil Frank
Slide down yo block smoke a n***a like some fuckin' dank
Why I got bitches on the road bustin' hella plays
[]FN 30 sendin' missiles like a fuckin tank
Bitch i'ma pro with this choppa i'ma real boy
8th-grade summer, started fuckin' with the steel toy
N***a sit yo ass down you a lil' boy
Yappin' up in Neimans really fuckin' up them Bitcoins
N***a Jublee that's my brother shoutout to the yacht
Blast n***as slick now he flinch shoutout to the Glock
I'm pullin' skits when it's cold makin' n***as hot
Green bean totin' how it throw with the red dot
You n***as simpin' to the bitch like I ain't hit
Shoutout Lil' Nahmir if you slide you get painted
I broke my ex-bitch heart she was basic
Bitch i'ma demon in these streets like I'm Satan

[Bridge]
We miles down chop up wakin' n***as up
Skirttin' in the runner with the heater bakin' n***as up
And I don't give a bitch shit, not my last buck
Tell the opp n***as, better keep yo stupid ass tucked
Crest postin' on the S like the White Sox
Bitch bustin' dicks smashin' out with the white box
And my Balmain pockets n***a five nine
Bitch brought tens so I'm finna take the night off

[Hook]
I'ma boy with this K real dome hitter
[?] n***a tryna leak I'm a post hitter
Fourth base I'ma home hitter
And if the bitch fuck with suckas bet a band that I won't hit her

[Verse 2]
Snow bunny on the button like Kate Upton
Bitch I brought a hammer to the fight cause I hate thumpin'
Lil bands cause it ain't nothin'
I just fucked two hoes and I think they got the same cousin
Crossin' traffic get spunky finna turn up
Slide in the whip get yo silly ass burnt up
Faygo with some Act finna pour up
N***a drop the addy you would get that bitch tor' up
Pillow talkin' to the bitch why you dick holdin'?
I don't say shit n***as know that I be clip pullin'
Matter of fact, fuck that I be stick holdin'
Pull up to the party air it out rockin' Rick Owens
Spent ten on a whip that's a candy paint
Kodak yoppa clap a n***a like it's patty cake
7th grade thats the start of my trappin' days
5th grade I was playin' bitches I ain't have a bae
See a sucka on my live I'm gon' knock first
Pop first hundred round chops with spit a hot verse
And I'm bumpin' on these n***as sippin' Champagne
Beat yo block up have your hood needin' Band-Aids
Where the n***a with the pole got me goin' fishin'
Body on the stick toss that Carbon new extension
Blueberry pancake n***as whip flippin'
Now I'm never fuckin' with the strap cause I been trippin'
Bitch!