[Intro]
Neilaworld

[Chorus]
Yeah, I pop a xan, and I pop your mans
And I pop out on the scene
Look at my neck, look at my wrist, you know my shit go bling
I been' pulling them racks, and spending them with my team
I just pulled up with my junkie bitch, she snort coke in Celine
I just walked down on a rapper, took his chain 'cause he green
I don't fuck with none of these rappers, anyway, 'whatchu mean?
Tote that AR-15, can't even fit in my jeans
I'm gon' blow up before I think he gon' go, pop out on the scene

[Verse]
Say he want smoke, now that boy got cancer, now that boy can't breathe
Bitch I'm on go, if you wanna fight, I'll knock out your teeth
Fuck your hoe, she might not do it for you
Yеah, but for me, that bitch on go
I got a Glock 42 and an AR-15, bitch I'm gonna blow
You n***as know what it do, these n***as know what's up
Thеse n***as be hoes
Eat a n***a up like fruity loops, beat a n***a like FL Studio
Yeah, that's what I charge for a hook, but I ain't let no hooks go for the low
And if I tell you, that shit for the low, then imma' finesse you
Ain't no Ken Carson features, by myself, I run that bitch, yeah
By myself I get that money, by myself yeah, I don't need ya
This a Maybach, not a KIA
Yeah, that's my swag
Every day I go on a shopping spree, everyday I pop new tags
[Chorus]
Yeah, I pop a xan, and I pop your mans
And I pop out on the scene
Look at my neck, look at my wrist, you know my shit go bling
I been' pulling them racks, and spending them with my team
I just pulled up with my junkie bitch, she snort coke in Celine
I just walked down on a rapper, took his chain 'cause he green
I don't fuck with none of these rappers, anyway, 'whatchu mean?
Tote that AR-15, can't even fit in my jeans
I'm gon' blow up before I think he gon' go, pop out on the scene