[Intro]
I came from the mud, made thousands off of ziplocs
I came out the mud, ayy

[Chorus]
I came from the bottom, I made thousands off of ziplocs
Rollie, rollie, like my rosary, no tick tock, uh
Pray to God we make it out from all this stick talk
Cayone, Spyder drive it fast, bendin' big blocks
SUV mode, woah
Clip on me, like woah
Bitch wan' eat, like woah
Come get dick, she old
Come get deep, she old
I had the Glock when I came out the trap
Feel like a maggot, I'm bringing it back
I'm off of ecstasy, I feel intact, ayy

[Verse]
I'm balling even with injury, huh
I'm never seen nothin' but victory, huh
I'm selling grams it gets slippery, huh
We put you outta your misеry, huh
Made it out the trenchеs, huh
Rari rari flexing, huh
You ain't sure you guessing, huh
Got your shorty dressing up
Wavy I be soul, soul searching
Ziploc, I sold dope on purpose
Shorty bad, but she know I'm workin'
Porsche truck and you know I'm swervin'
I'm lit, it isn't a mystery, huh
Your shorty over here kissin' me, huh
Think I'm the G.O.A.T. in the industry, huh
You cut it open with symmetry, huh
My shooters doin' geometry, yeah
Think that the police is on to me, yeah
I think I need an apology, yeah
None of these rappers is as hard as me, yeah
Benz truck or the Wraith, yeah, I'm choosy
Came far with my life, like a movie
Chops up on my stick, Call of Duty
Watch us and you know we make movies
[Chorus]
I came from the bottom, I made thousands off of ziplocs
Rollie, rollie, like my rosary, no tick tock, uh
Pray to God we make it out from all this stick talk
[?] Spyder drive it fast, bendin' big blocks
SUV mode, woah
Clip on me, like woah
Bitch wan' eat, like woah
Come get dick, she old
Come get deep, she old
I had the Glock when I came out the trap
Feel like a maggot, I'm bringing it back
I'm off of ecstasy, I feel intact, ayy