[Intro]
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
I ain't foldin' under pressure, I ain't switchin' for no ho
I ain't talkin' to no cop and I ain't tellin' on my bros
Ain't no killer, but don't push me, fingers itchin' on that pole
N***as plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose
Long nights, I sold drugs just to hit the studio
Now I'm eatin' steak and shrimp, bitch, I ain't eatin' sloppy joe
Look into the mirror, flex, and now a n***a in his glow
Bust off like a Smith & Wesson, welcome to the rodeo

[Verse 1]
Shawty wanna fuck me 'cause a n***a wearin' gold
I came up and made it happen, I was trappin' by the store
Big dope inside this Backwood case, this n***a want smoke
Do me dirty, I'ma find you, lay your ass out on the floor
Nineteen with a bag, I got rich by myself
Rather do this shit alone, I wasn't askin' for no help
They keep askin' how I'm winnin' with the card that I was dealt
Boy, I worked hard for this seat and I ain't bucklin' my belt
Call my brother on the phone, he said, "Broski, you a star"
I said, "Brother, hold it down, soon we'll all be livin' large"
And it's crazy how last year was sellin' coke out my garage
Now I'm in a good position for this life, can't sabotage
[Chorus]
I ain't foldin' under pressure, I ain't switchin' for no ho (Hell nah)
I ain't talkin' to no cop and I ain't tellin' on my bros (Gang)
Ain't no killer, but don't push me, fingers itchin' on that pole (Bu-bu, bu)
N***as plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose
Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio
Now I'm eatin' steak and shrimp, bitch, I ain't eatin' sloppy joe (I ain't let nobody tell me—)
Look into the mirror, flex, and now a n***a in his glow
Bust off like a Smith & Wesson, welcome to the rodeo

[Verse 2]
I got tattoos on my face, I use that shit as motivation (Phew, phew)
I could never get a job, so for my dream, I'm dedicated
For a second lost myself, I was too busy gettin' faded
Now they see me out in public and be knowin' what my name is
All these rappers want the clout and the life of bein' famous
I just wanna be stable, tell my family we made it
I was comin' for my spot, a young n***a had to be patient
Now I'm runnin' up these bands, can hit the island for vacation
I've been shittin' on my haters, you could say I'm constipated
Five racks on this 'fit just to stunt while I'm in Vegas
Gnarcotic on my body, shout out to my n***a Caleb (Gang)
Young n***as got the cake up, now these bitches wanna date us (Gang, gang, gang)

[Chorus]
I ain't foldin' under pressure, I ain't switchin' for no ho
I ain't talkin' to no cop and I ain't tellin' on my bros (Hell nah)
Ain't no killer, but don't push me, fingers itchin' on that pole (That pole)
N***as plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose
Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio
Now I'm eatin' steak and shrimp, bitch, I ain't eatin' sloppy joe (We ain't eatin' that shit)
Look into the mirror, flex, and now a n***a in his glow
Bust off like a Smith & Wesson, welcome to the rodeo (Phew, phew, phew)