[Intro]
Finna slap a bezel on my wrist like I'm Ben 10
Really havin', uh, since like 2010
(Jit cooked this one)
(Lonis on this)

[Verse 1]
I'm just tryna hit for ten bands and another ten
I ain't tryna fold these racks, I need a rubber band
Don't you got that bag on you? Baby, run it in
Run it up, a quick hundred bands, I did the running man
Old bitches in my face tryna fuck again
Same bitch I used to like, I wouldn't touch again
New bitch, give her dick, she need a crutch again
I couldn't really find no Gelonade, I'm smokin' Runtz again
I'm lookin' for that one bitch, I'm tryna fuck again
Baby keep tryna play me out, don't you see this Benz?
Lookin' at these Forgiatos, askin' do I like these rims?
I know you see these diamonds on my body, baby, can you swim?
Don't ask me 'bout them broke-ass n***as, I don't fuck with them
Bitches see me at the gas station, is that really him?
In this big body, bitch, I'm drag racin', are you gettin' in?
All these n***as say they 'bout a bag, but can you show a ten?
Finna slap a bezel on my wrist like I'm Ben 10
And I been really havin' bitches since like 2010
2021, I started ballin', jumpin' out the gym
And you can ask your bitch about me, 'cause I'm really him
[Chorus]
Don't ask me 'bout them broke-ass n***as, I don't fuck with them
Bitches see me at the gas station, is that really him?
In this big body, bitch, I'm drag racin', are you gettin' in?
All these n***as say they 'bout a bag, but can you show a ten?
Don't ask me 'bout them broke-ass n***as, I don't fuck with them
Bitches see me at the gas station, is that really him?
In this big body, bitch, I'm drag racin', are you gettin' in?
All these n***as say they 'bout a bag, but can you show a ten?

[Verse 2]
Drag racin' in this bitch, turned off the traction
After this klock, I'm just tryna breathe again like I'm Toni Braxton
And why is n***as talkin'? Jump in the field since you Action Jackson
Bad bitch, I'm tryna bend her over, and she got an accent
Bitch, I'm really 'bout a bag, you ain't gotta ask it
I see you finna drop a new tape, n***as finna trash it
Any n***a speakin' on this bag, your mama raised a bastard
You got a fast car, well, me too, but, bitch, mine's faster
You's a washed-up rapper turned DoorDasher
If the bitch got a bag on her, then I might grab her
Breakin' down 'za on this paper, mix it with the grabba
I'ma put that shit on every time like Yo Gabba Gabba
Baby think I really need her, brodie, you can have her
Hit the bitch out the ballpark, so I had to pass her
I'm tryna eat these two grams so I can start relaxin'
Still finna cop them Off-Whites, to you, them bitches taxin'
[Chorus]
Don't ask me 'bout them broke-ass n***as, I don't fuck with them
Bitches see me at the gas station, is that really him?
In this big body, bitch, I'm drag racin', are you gettin' in?
All these n***as say they 'bout a bag, but can you show a ten?
Don't ask me 'bout them broke-ass n***as, I don't fuck with them
Bitches see me at the gas station, is that really him?
In this big body, bitch, I'm drag racin', are you gettin' in?
All these n***as say they 'bout a bag, but can you show a ten?

[Outro]
Bitches see me at the gas station, is that really him?
In this big body, bitch, I'm drag racin', are you gettin' in?
Don't ask me 'bout them broke-ass n***as, I don't fuck with them
All these n***as say they 'bout a bag, but can you show a ten?