[Intro]
Kaine (Globe Luciano), Kaine, Kaine, Kaine
Kaine, Kaine, Kaine
Kaine, woah
Kaine, Kaine, Kaine, woah
Kaine

[Verse]
Big bag, Moncler, n***a, that my fabric
These n***as are my sons, so I'm really on my dad shit
I've been really ballin', man, I'm feelin' like a Maverick
Karma like a bad ho, hit 'em wit' my ratchet
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I dropped off a iPhone, we used to go on a tablet
LMAO, these n***as so funny, I start laughing
Feel like Fast & Furious, I'm swervin' through that traffic
Ayy, told my brother, "Put that drink down"
Searchin' for his body, but that little n***a ain't found
Feel like I own a bakery, the way I'm gettin' cake now
White shooter Josh, come and slide wit' the Drac' now
She ate me like M&M's, I'm not talkin' 8 Mile
My n***as got F&N's, burn him like a steakhouse
She say I don't care, now she tryna' call me fake now
I been countin' Duwap, feelin' like I'm Kaine now
That lil' ho want me, told that girl to move around
Big ass choppa' on me, you could hear the fuckin' sounds
Put that n***a to the ground
No, you don't look hard, lil' boy, you look just like a clown
Turn-turned sixteen and now I'm drivin' in that new coupe
Don't get out on my Instagram, just look me up on YouTube
She like all my songs, and now I'm all up in her Bluetooth
You hear me all the time, lil' ho, I feel bad for your new dude
Ayy, you know I got that mob ties
Ridin' for the gang 'til the whole fuckin' mob dies
I heard that n***a music, I had tears comin' from my eyes
Thirty for the feat, n***a, that could get you a high-five
Sho-shout out Jay, n***a, you know that we juggin' shit
N***a, you is a lame and for a fact that you ain't juggin' shit
I went four for four, now I got five, yeah, that's another hit
How you call me three people? Lil' bro on some other shit
I can't even fuck wit' you, no, you is not my brother, and
We just copped a BnB, lil' n***a, you not comin' in