[Verse]
I called up the plug, said I want the Keesh
I heard that these n***as keep sneak dissing me
Ride around with these pistols, I keep them on fleek
If the fuck n***as dissing, we aim at his knees
I ain't showing no mercy, fuck a bitch, she said please
I put that dick to her throat ‘cause she begged me
Hop in the booth, fuck a 9 to 5
You n***as is bums, you wasting yo life
Counting these racks until the day I die
Why you hop on the ‘Gram, spitting out them lies
These n***as be cappin’, I know they ain't try
When I pull up on you, start to cry
I'm finna switch up my flow
These n***as already know
When I pull up they gon’ see me do a show
I make more than my teachers, next week I just blow
All my n***as, we back in the trenches, selling the drugs back to back and we ain't stopping till we get the bank
Free the homies that done locked in the cages, fuck the pigs, we finna go and hit a stain on ‘em
This year finna be my year, dropping hits since I was 10
9 years in and I'm going hard again
Bad bitch, too goth, like she Gwen
Rocking Teen X

[Chorus]
I know some n***as who bloodin' and crippin'
Designer on me, I always stay drippin'
Rick Owen dunks, crisp whites on me hittin'
These n***as surprised on these bars that I'm spittin’
Nah fuck all that shit, I’m finna go stupid hard
Y'all n***as a bitch, I know that you stupid soft
This Glock with a red beam, aim it at your heart
My bank going up, n***a, this is just the start