[Intro]
(R-R-R-Remedy)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Don't jump at nothin' you can't handle
Bitch, you bad as fuck with no standards
Bro, he tryna clean a n***a top, too much dandruff
They said he spiced up, get alert, no AMBER
Any n***a tuckin' in they chains is no-factors
I just bought my bitch some earrings, I'm romantic
I can hop inside the AMG, I go faster
I don't even run the Instagram, they gon' amp it
N***as always talkin' 'til we see 'em, no static
I'ma keep sayin' I need a mil', it's gon' happen
Bitch, you let the lights go to your head, you so average
Show them people how you really live, you so plastic
Yeah, I know I'm known, but baby, please, no cameras
I could put you on that big screen, no plasma
City College, I was doin' scams on campus (Yeah)
The last n***a triеd to put on a show and got canceled

[Chorus]
Bitch, you know I really bе with thugs, no rappers
I can pass lil' bro the wop, he gon' stamp you
Playin' with some chicken, wrap up, she gon' trap you
I just put eighty around my neck, it's no acting
I been doin' numbers on the road, no basket
N***as wanna see you in a suit with no casket
I can really post up on the block in high fashion
Bitch already know we keep straps, so stop askin'
[Verse 2]
Ayy, calm down with all that cappin', n***a
Bitch, you wanna leave, go be happy
I can still knock the baddest bitch, hair nappy
They wonder why a n***a last this long, I'm just scrappy, yeah
Tell me where that bag, I secure it
Baby love my swag, my appearance
Brother, he just hit his last lick in some Amiris
Bitches love to do everything but be a parent
I can really talk that bag talk, it's transparent
Yeah, I'm really him, so get a grip and stop starin'
Brother say he want that big boy McLaren
That love shit over once a n***a stop carin'
Twenty-band night, I just had a good evening
What's that in the stash? Got enough for ten seasons
Really I can't make this shit up, keep GG
It can really happen any moment, so sleazy

[Chorus]
Bitch, you know I really be with thugs, no rappers
I can pass lil' bro the wop, he gon' stamp you
Playin' with some chicken, wrap up, she gon' trap you
I just put eighty around my neck, it's no acting
I been doin' numbers on the road, no basket
N***as wanna see you in a suit with no casket
I can really post up on the block in high fashion
Bitch already know we keep straps, so stop askin'