[Verse 1]
Pussy got juicy when she introduced me
I don't got no whip but she said she gon' scoop me
She gave me the key to it, Quavo and Lucci
I can't rock no Gucci
I can't go out goofy
I came out the coochie a K9, I roof
When I say I'm the truth then I say I am truly
If I gotta move then they gon' have to move me
My big homie stay with that tool like a roomie
No, they won't pick on me if it's a clip on me
Cook 'em like chicken meat, Tyson, no Cicely
I'm on the winning team, might wanna stick with me
I pull a string and it might make a symphony
I see her signaling, know she wanna lick on me
She gon' hit on me 'til she can sit on me
I heard your new shit but no I wasn't listening
No, I don't link with cliques
No, I don't click on links...
(Ayy, yo I be rapping and shit bruh, fuck with my shit)
Boy, my hair way too long for the cap
All my energy go in these raps
All your energy go in an app
I'm an EBT baby, I DDT'd every beat that they gave me too easily
Came in mischievous, made your miss eat the dick
All the ingredients made me a genius
I'ma double my W's working
Everything that you see in these verses
Is the same when you see me in person
I'm on level two, levitate over you
Never wait on the move, heavyweight folding you
Heaven came over you, feathers take over you
Kenny came over, you let him takeover you, bet
[Pre-Chorus]
See, I had a hook, I had the mel-
I just gotta goddamn remember that shit...
If I roll up these pussy n***as gon fold up...
Aight, I got it

[Chorus]
And I know
If we roll up, these pussy n***as gon' fold up
Where you finna go, bruh?
Get a n***a something from the store, bruh
If we roll up, these pussy n***as gon' fold up
Where you finna go, bruh?
Get a n***a something from the store, bruh

[Post-Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]
I had to let these n***as know I'm going hard as ever man
New shit on the way
New whips on the way

[Verse 2]
R.I.P Bank
I'm at the bank
I'm in the tank
Playing my tape
My brother roll up a J like a Jay
He bought a sem' and ain't even ate
I'm in the air with it, playing in space
I say a prayer and then prey on my prey
I cannot spare 'em if they in the way
I never cared, let 'em say what they say
Long as a fuck n***a stay in they place
Got more dollars than followers
Yeah, I'm cool with these rap n***as but to be accurate
I'm way more polished than all of em...
I move too angelic
I knew you was jealous
They asking me questions, I knew you would air it
I ain't tell you everything, knew you was telling
I cover my traces, it's chess and not checkers
I'm checking my check at the Checker's my check-up
I'm in the one where they holding that Tec up
I been the one since I rapped at the Chevron
[Pre-Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]
New jewelry, n***a (Bruh)
New crib, new spot n***a
(If I roll up, these pussy n***as gon fold up)
New lookin' everything, n***a, new truck, n***a
(Aight, I got it)

[Chorus]
And I know
If we roll up, these pussy n***as gon' fold up
Where you finna go bruh?
Get a n***a something from the store bruh
If we roll up, these pussy n***as gon' fold up
Where you finna go bruh?
Get a n***a something from the store bruh