I'm staying hotter than a bitch in this mother fucker

Ayy
You know?
Ayy
You know?
Ayy, ayy
But you know

That I'm the master the chemicals
Dashin' the mixin' bowl
Got money in my DNA
I got dollar chromosomes
You think that bitch was CIA
All the shit she wanna know
The pocket rocket keep me safe
I go where I wanna go
I'm boolin' in the alleyway
Baggin' up a hundred O's
My homie told the trumpet case and I can make 'em blow an O
I could make you vamanos
Doctor told me take it slow
I be poppin' pills and poppin' cills and smokin' proper dope
I be on a lotta hoes
Lotta bitches tryna score
You would think it was olympics
Bitch is tryna go for gold
Huntin' for a model ho
Imma play the proper role
Get her comfortable then I'm dispatch her to my homie though
These bitches spazzing over rapping quotes
N***as see me, plottin' robbery
I hope they try it though
I be with gorillas them vanilla n***as gotta go
You be with pretenders all your n***as playing comic roles
Broski hold the chopper he ain't pop it we can rock and roll
Y'all be in the crib, on the net, scorin' soccer goals
All my bitches thin the only big shit's my pocket rolls
I'm just tryna eat with my team, and let them commas grow