(Verse 1)
FN on tour with em
50k on me no folding
Told the hood bitch to keep rolling
Streets deep still dove in
Got the full speed press night drain
Want a black bitch don’t do lightskin
Got (?) luggage my flight sent
Got a scamming patna just swiped them
N***as up the road, spending millions up on foreign cars
I can’t give no love, I rather buy the bitch some chrome heart
Pay for pussy, wrong part
Push start, which car
Hunnid shots, which bar
(?) unlimited out the (?)
Surf the right wave just don’t go overboard
Backwood it got sharklatto, just left out the ocean for it
N***as saying it’s smoke, but if it’s smoke I’m coming to smoke you for it
Finna stick my dick up in her throat and break her vocal chords
Can’t go out like him I’m a real one
Can’t be wit that boy he a lil one
What you see whеn you look in the mirror
Im seeing flawless im seeing power
Hе walk in the car lot and pick it
I don’t think he will these n***as just (?)
I drove to the church in a demon
Don’t matter cause I put the (?) in a (?)
(Verse 2)
When you die only time they gon miss you
Waiting list, not for clothes, just for vehicle
Gave away all my sneaker, I still got issues
A ghost, put that money up and watch a (?) do
Put that money in the bag and watch it suffocate
I ain’t tripping, don’t care the bitch leave I bought another rake
Real numbers, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, I came from section 8
Imma a rapper fuck around and beat the block up like I’m section 8
Had a hoe from London, she was tripping I told her whatever mate
Bought a Rollie look like it came from heaven I still was hella late
Really hood, N***a foreign cool, Imma drive a Chevelle
She said never say never so I told her get up she can’t never stay
RIP (?) tell the projects we forever straight
That hoe call me daddy, imma hot boy, she ain’t resonate
I’m a savage I need a Jason mask
She nasty, she get a birkin bag
The fastest, look at the speed on dash
Bought carrots, I’m goin vegan swag
(Verse 3)
Jackboy get blicked on
Can’t do no diss song
Know a scamming bitch from Baltimore
Got more moves than Chris Brown
Trunk in the hood swapped out
Street sweeper no mops out
Hoe a dime but she bopped out
Go to funeral n***as dieing for a clout
Even though he had a bond I gotta bail you know
Got n***as up in heaven that prolly went to hell you know
Don’t make you a real n***a cause you’ve been to jail you know
I know you gon pay me ‘till the day I tell you no
N***as act like bitches so I bought some automatic pumps
Say she wanna sugar daddy I’m (?) but I ain’t (?)
It’s like I walk to the motor and told it you can have the trunk