[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Bhristo, talk to 'em, slime)
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah (Uh), yeah (Yeah), uh-uh
Yeah (Uh-uh), yeah (Uh-yeah)
Yeah (Uh-uh), yeah

[Chorus]
Damn, I just had a show in Miami, that ho on my phone sayin', "Let me in"
And I been fuckin' these n***as hoes, I be feelin' so bad when they let me hit
"Man, I just got bodied by a seventeen year-old, man, I fuckin' hate that kid"
They be twenty-seven actin' like a three year-old, you can't even fake that shit
Ayy, heard you got shot and that's tough, mm
Got my bitch with me when I'm countin' up
All you n***as be broke, you not countin' enough
Play with gang, little n***a, you bound to get touched
In L.A. with lil' Bino, we ballin' like Chino
If he wanna play, then we turn him to dust
I got cheese like a pizza, these n***as be crust
I got back in my bag, had to shake off the rust

[Verse]
Call of Duty, the sniper, it don't got a scope
I'm just shootin' this shit like we playin' on Rust
Stupid ho tryna touch on my pockets, I told the ho, "Watch it, I'm only with you for your butt"
Seventeen, I be walkin' in class after fuckin' an old bitch I met with lil' Zack at the club
Yeah, that boy wanna be 1500, uh-uh, these n***as can't kick it with us
Nah, these n***as can't kick it with gang
These n***as be broke, they can't hang
She wanna fuck on the gang, 1500, but most of my n***as is not legal age
But fuck it, she said I'm mature for my age
So fuck it, I'm fuckin' that ho anyway
Fly to Chicago, I do my show at Summer Smash
Then pour a four in my damn lemonade (Brr)
No, them n***as not touchin' me out there
Fuck it, might blow a bag while I'm out here
I been in Cali' long enough to know what the desert look like, and it look like a drought here
I know that bitch wanna fuck, girl, I'm right here
Goin' too fast so my car be in lightyears
I got some buzz to my name like I'm Lightyear
Last year's cool, man, it's lookin' like my year (Uh)
That lil' boy broke want a feature, so I asked that lil' n***a, "Where the payment?" (Uh)
That lil' ho want me to wife but I swear to God, she don't know what my name is (Uh)
Shoot this shit right in they face and then wave at they ass, bitch, I'm feelin' like Damian (Uh)
Can't rock the same shit every day, I don't got shit to say, bitch, they already flamed 'em (Uh)
Bitch, I don't got shit to do with these n***as
That's word to bro, I'm not cool with these n***as
I'm Mister Twenty-Ball, walk around with that twenty piece on me, I'm shootin' these n***as
Talkin' online, bitch, you losin' me, n***a
Swear these n***as be clout fiends
Every time I drop a song, all these n***as be listenin' like, "It's about me"
And I'm doin' these hoes very wrong, got your bitch on my phone like, "You forgot about me"
All my money spread out on the floor, count it up like I got a degree in accountin'
Every time that I'm doin' a show, get a check and I'm sendin' that shit to my route team
I'm the richest one out of my city, on God, and it still be some n***as that's doubting
[Chorus]
Damn, I just had a show in Miami, that ho on my phone sayin', "Let me in"
And I been fuckin' these n***as hoes, I be feelin' so bad when they let me hit
"Man, I just got bodied by a seventeen year-old, man, I fuckin' hate that kid"
They be twenty-seven actin' like a three year-old, you can't even fake that shit
Ayy, heard you got shot and that's tough, mm
Got my bitch with me when I'm countin' up
All you n***as be broke, you not countin' enough
Play with gang, little n***a, you bound to get touched
In L.A. with lil' Bino, we ballin' like Chino
If he wanna play, then we turn him to dust
I got cheese like a pizza, these n***as be crust
I got back in my bag, had to shake off the rust

[Outro]
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo