[Intro]
Ayy, cuz, shut that back door right quick
He act like he don't hear me, man, shut that back door, man
Hurry up, shut the back door, n***a, stop lookin' at me, smilin'
Ayy, ayy, ayy, trip, trippy boys
Man, shut the fuck up while I'm doin' this shit though, man, back to my motherfuckin' album, alright, I know it be hatin'-ass n***as in the background
These hatin'-ass n***as in the background be crazy
One thing about me, man, I ain't never hated or showed a n***a I really needed 'em
I pop this shit three hundred and sixty-five days of the year, man, with no camera
I lost my love, my twin, my dog, I was off this shit for two years, really wasn't stuntin'
But I know every moment, every second, every hour, or day, a mouthful of cap-ass n***as talkin' 'bout YP island
I know they want it if I got it, I know hе want 'em, but I'm gettin' my bread, ain't no mystеry with this shit
Still gon' rock these clothes, still gon' fuck these huffs, get this monion, this shit here, jit, I promise
I won't ever show my hand again
I go by Top Chef Hood Baby Thotty, whatever you wanna call me
But one thing you can't call me, disloyal or a tail-tugger
Slatt, this shit 'til we dead and pale, jack
Let's go
(Taurus)

[Chorus]
360 boy, I hop out F&N-N
360 boy, hit Maxfield, then I'm spendin'
5.56 in the clip, it hurt your shin-'in
I ain't hurtin, bitch, I'm splurgin', countin' these Benjins
No L's in the foreign, license suspended
Ten P's, I been dressin' in this vintage
These n***as say they killers, but who really?
All I see is red on the stick, rockin' Rick
[Verse 1]
Yeah, don't start that trippin', you get whipped up with this switch
N***as need this tampon 'cause they actin' like a bitch
Drive SRT on bullshit, drive the Benz went on Swift
911 coupe, it burn tires when it drift (Yessirski)
Be careful with them eyes, quick to come up off the hip (Yessirski)
Pushin' P and pressure, yeah, that monion get you dipped, n***a
I went right, I seen Rollack, but my partner screamin', "Crip"
This shit for Pope, brother, just get your rest, don't trip
I was just fuckin' on her and her friend
Mines in the grave, so don't call me twin
My ho rich, she whippin' a Benz
She whippin' Bentayga whenever she sin
Ain't 'bout no paper, we can't talk biz
And I know that you tellin' to a cracker just like Skins
Kill at the rats, let the real out the pen, yeah (Top Chef)

[Chorus]
360 boy, I hop out F&N-N
360 boy, hit Maxfield, then I'm spendin'
5.56 in the clip, it hurt your shin-'in
I ain't hurtin, bitch, I'm splurgin', countin' these Benjins
No L's in the foreign, license suspended
Ten P's, I been dressin' in this vintage
These n***as say they killers, but who really?
All I see is red on the stick, rockin' Rick
[Verse 2]
Catch him at the red light, know that's a dead light, put his ass to bed like
Uh, livin' that fast life, rammin' her taillight, see what her head like
Long live Mac, Big, and Keed, they kickin' in paradise (Keed talk to em)
Now I'm thinkin' this real life
Got me poppin' these pills like
Uh-huh
Yeah, know it's Keed talk to 'em forever
Margiela jacket with a red umbrella
Goin' number one, I'ma wear my medal
Let J-money, "Rrr," on you and your fellas
We run up these racks while you waitin' on a settle
You could've kept the bitch, her head ain't nothin'
Like five racks on a Dolce Gabbana
What's in my safe? A whole lot of hunnas
My model ass, beatin' on that pussy and snatch out her frontal
Most of y'all lie to your kids, get in the court, tell the truth to the honor, you're pussy
100K on a light day
Everything goin' my way
If it don't, it's the highway
Cartier with the bright face, yeah, Top Chef, n***a

[Chorus]
360 boy, I hop out F&N-N
360 boy, hit Maxfield, then I'm spendin'
5.56 in the clip, it hurt your shin-'in
I ain't hurtin, bitch, I'm splurgin', countin' these Benjins
No L's in the foreign, license suspended
Ten P's, I been dressin' in this vintage
These n***as say they killers, but who really?
All I see is red on the stick, rockin' Rick