[Intro]
Yeah
RTB, bitch, gang
Yeah
Ayy

[Verse]
Thirty-thousand-dollar Gucci bag, I put racks in 'em
My n***as on the PJ with me and they got them straps with 'em
Ksubi jeans, Amiri jacket, I don't even match denim (Nope)
Once she start to focus on my pape', I can't get back with her (No cap)
Bitch, yeah, I start to act different (Hmm?)
I be tryna switch to the Wock', but the Act' different (Yeah)
Told her that I'm tryna make a movie, but don't act different (Hmm?)
F&N hit your homie, heard his ass was backflippin'
Let y'all play the game for a while, now y'all back glitchin' (Yeah)
Had to tell my n***a no more Perkies 'cause he back itchin'
Traphouse on the block, we strapped, n***a, so they scared to loot it
I love hearing that clip slap in my Glock, that shit therapeutic (No cap, n***a)
My n***a got a dirty heat, boy, he ain't scared to use it (Yeah)
Brodie keep on smoking on the opps, I told him make some music (Man, chill out)
Fuck the city up when I ride in a Wraith through it (Yeah)
Y'all gon' want an encore with this shit, we had straight Buicks
Double R's and Lam' trucks, lil' n***a, get your bands up
Talking on the 'net the same shit that got your mans bust (No cap)
I been having hoes since Drake and Lil Wayne made "Ransom" (No cap)
I'm tappin' in with my side bitch, turned her ass to a dancer (Huh?)
Same bitch you triple textin' and still can't get an answer (What?)
30K on her Gucci bag, I still told her I can't stand her (No cap, n***a)
[Outro]
RTB, bitch
Yeah