[Intro]
(Rest in piece - rest in piece)

[Chorus]
She wan' catch me, in the place with all my handles
Bitch, I'm TSA, I'll take your body, dismantle
And I'm going geek, shit insane
I still got rich, They tried to kill me, I love it
I ain't looking for no handouts
Create the hoe a budget
I put [?], and it get hotbox, my lungs tugging
Five go threw trees, I guess you're knocked off
Ain't scared of nothing
Hopped on a check, I'm batman, as soon as I start touchin'
I teach you n*ggas a lesson, I'm high up off of chronic
I'm pouring out atomic lean, dropping down my tummy
And euros I start thumbin'
He ain't touching like I'm touching
And she know I keep it coming
He ain't showing a bitch nothing
He ain't living how I'm living
I can get these bitches humming
(Click, boom, click, boom)
I leave these bitches humming
(Click, boom, click, boom)
Like I'm drake, I leave it drumming
Whole time me and gang got it on and clutch it
They say garments run from nothing and he's tryna sell her something
[Verse]
She ain't tryna break up, bitch I break commas
Same n*ggas talking down on a hill, I'll leave ya tumbling
Fuck I look like? Usaine Bolt? Bitch I ain't run from nothing
We in band class, gang drumming, and she blow a trumpet
We should calm her down, She all in my comments
I'm Muhammad Ali, Leek got rich I started punching
V12 engine that bitch keep on thrusting
Can't stay in one place, Yeah I changed and acquired a better taste
Yeah, It's fame and my brothers still mine today
And I just keep it straight
And she tryna date, she want me to provide an answer
I ain't saying, she get upset she throwing a tantrum
I ain't fucking on fans, top tier bitches I can't handle
380, Double AC, All blackout, 556 got cameo
Homicide massacre everywhere I go, in case shit gotta get handle
I ain't gotta lie about this shit, it's in ya face, on camera
My n*ggas they ready to die bout this shit, yeah we slide in lambos
I get respect from the gang, they treat me like Rambo

[Chorus]
She wan' catch me, in the place with all my handles
Bitch, I'm TSA, I'll take your body, dismantle
And I'm going geek, shit insane
I still got rich, They tried to kill me, I love it
I ain't looking for no handouts
Create the hoe a budget
I put [?], and it get hotbox, my lungs tugging
Five go threw trees, I guess you're knocked off
Ain't scared of nothing
Hopped on a check, I'm batman, as soon as I start touchin'
I teach you n*ggas a lesson, I'm high up off of chronic
I'm pouring out atomic lean, dropping down my tummy
And euros I start thumbin'
He ain't touching like I'm touching
And she know I keep it coming
He ain't showing a bitch nothing
He ain't living how I'm living
I can get these bitches humming
(Click, boom, click, boom)
I leave these bitches humming
(Click, boom, click, boom)
Like I'm drake, I leave it drumming
Whole time me and gang got it on and clutch it
They say garments run from nothing and he's tryna sell her something