[Intro]
Anytime, I'm finna drop a hit
Anytime, anywhere, I record
I'm finna make a hit
This shit real, hahaha

[Verse]
Fuck it, I'm fuckin' her friend
You cannot come in the clothes, that I'm in
Diamonds, a hundred percent
Give fuck 'bout the tint
And bitch, I don't follow no trends
These n***as follow the rule-book
Baby, I don't follow no rules
Hop out the car, four-deep on some cool shit
I'm finna put this lil shit to use
Hop on the beat, I abuse it
If he ain't talk money, n***a, stick to the music
Big Glock, look like a ruler
I got a Uzi, n***a, and it take your medulla
Fuck what you say, and fuck what you doin'
Bitch, I don't care bout that shit, ah-ah
Leave him confused, I'm so fuckin' rich, but I gotta stay wit' a stick, ah-ah
These n***as not rеally lit, uh-uh
These n***as not really rеal, uh
I'm at the top wit' the big dawgs
I can't give a fuck 'bout how you feel (Pussy)
If he run up, then he gettin' hit (Wow)
If he run up, then he gettin' killed
I'm on the way to a mill
That's probably why, they call me Namil
(Boom, boom, boom, fah, fah, fah, fah)
Free my n***as out that cell (Waa)
Free my n***as out that jail
Free my n***as outta jail
Pay for the 'Wok, send that shit on Zelle
Hop in that cat, I got that shit from hell
Call up my cats, I'll bring that n***a hell
I got some fuckin' stones in my ear
.223, make it known when I'm here
I'm the type, make his bones disappear
I had to take a lil trip to Europe
I might just hit up Rome, when I'm here
Bitch, do not bring yo' phone over here
She tryna take a picture of me
Post the shit, on IG
And tell all her friends, she know me
Bitch, stop lying, you don't know me (Bitch, you don’t know me)
I'm in the spot with my brodie
My wodie, my twin, my brudda, my homie (Brr)
I already said this shit, before
I'll say it again, you can't hold me
I got a G.L.O.C.K, holdin' twenty-four, like Kobe
I'm richer than all of the n***as I beef wit' (On God)
I'm in the front court, shootin' shit
My bro in the back, playin' defense
Why would you send that shit to my DM?
Lil bitch, I ain't likin' yo' recent
They like, "That n***a Kota really him, the rest of these n***as be beefin'"
She couldn't comprehend what I'm sayin', the dumb ho, got a defect