[Hook]
Eh, What you bout'
Boy I love to count
Count it up cause they doubted me
I'm a G cause I had to be
Eh, What you bout'
Boy just watch your mouth
I got bad bitch mad at me
I show up and they all grabbing me

[Verse 1]
I might hit a dab in my jacket
Drama getting paper like a package
Wanna fuck around and Mac might pack it
You ain't even in the same bracket
Like its NC double A
I might drop fifty when I play (I might ball on you)
I might crossover and hit a layup
Shorty wanna fuck I told her pay up
Drama got that heat like I got [?]
Only rock Margiela, ain't no J's (ain't no J's)
Ice on me might just freeze yo bitch (I got ice)
Pay me boy I might give you a hit (yaah)
They be asking drama what you bout' (what you 'bout)
I got hoes way deep in the south (what you 'bout)
I know that you fake, I found out (ooh I found out out)
Riding in a foreign on my route

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I might hit a dab with yo' bitch man
I will not respond to no diss man
I won't even fight with you
If you rock with me, I drink some Sprite with you
Shorty in my phone, said she'll ride with me
Tell her how it is ain't no shy in me
I'm with a bitch, ain't no guy with me
She in love, she got high with me
Sauce boy watch me glide with it
Made this shit awesome like I'm [?]
Hanging with a trapper and he hungry
I'm your favorite rappers favorite rapper like I'm Yung Gleesh
It's a no flex zone like I'm Swae Lee
Boy I love to kick it like I'm Jet Lee
Got that heat like a semi
Fuck ya'll Imma pour the Henney

[Hook]