[Intro]
I still get butterflies, yeah

[Verse 1]
I still get butterflies
You can tell I ain't been the same since my brother died
I know a n***a that'll blow you down for a four of Wock'
I know a n***a that say he real, but he for sure is not
Yeah, diamonds on my wrist
I got diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my bitch
I got diamonds on my hand and I got a stick (Yeah)
Please don't jump in my DM if it's 'bout a bitch
What the fuck is that?
That's your bitch tryna suck me, she just sent a text
Tell them boys if they gon' come, they better come correct
My young n***as play with choppers and I got the F
What the fuck is that?
Got so many chains on, I can't hold my neck
It's always money on them books 'causе I know he'll step (Yeah)
And why thеse n***as say my name if they ain't talkin' facts?
If you ain't gon' keep it real, why say my name at all?
Don't put my name next to no clown 'cause I am not involved
Could take an L and bounce back, yeah, I could shake it off
If she ain't tryna give no head, then tell her take a walk

[Chorus]
Yeah, I guess I'm too legit
I like running bands up and bro like shootin' shit
You do whatever for these hoes, that shit ain't makin' sense
These n***as worried 'bout a like, I'm tryna take a risk
Yeah, I cannot complain
My bitch be mad I'm outside, I been up for some days
Bitch, I'm focused on this bag, I'm tryna make it shake
Let my cousin out them gates, I pray they make a way
[Verse 2]
Yeah, she know I'm too exclusive
Bitch, come over right now, I'm tryna make a movie
Do that funny shit again and that's where you gon' lose me
Damn, I'm 'posed to be a rapper, I'm in a car with shooters
Racks can't fit inside my pocket, so it's in a bag
Crazy that I'm havin' shit I never thought to have
Bitch, I got it out the mud, why these n***as mad?
They gon' think corona over, bro forgot his mask
Yeah, getting money, that's my habit
I can really turn a bad bitch into a savage
I can really work the AMG inside of traffic
I can really see the real bitch inside a rapper
Too much instigating
They be all up on my page, they be Insta' hating (N***a)
I heard they came and took your foreign, you wasn't makin' payments
Same n***as laughin' now, they gon' be cryin' later

[Chorus]
Yeah, I guess I'm too legit
I like running bands up and bro like shootin' shit
You do whatever for these hoes, that shit ain't makin' sense
These n***as worried 'bout a like, I'm tryna take a risk
Yeah, I cannot complain
My bitch be mad I'm outside, I been up for some days
Bitch, I'm focused on this bag, I'm tryna make it shake
Let my cousin out them gates, I pray they make a way