[Intro]
B-B-Big Los on the track, boy

[Verse 1]
I call the shots, smokin' 'cause I'm hot, bitch
They want that ignorance I'll give 'em plenty then
Boy I'm getting money feeling innocent (innocence)
[?] out the hunnids like the cemetery
Making plays across the globe they know my name
They bite yo' flow and bump yo' songs [tryin' get fame???]

[Hook]
Imma let these n***as know we ain't the same
Imma play the orchestra and pull the string, bitch

[Verse 2]
Bitch I'm driving through the city like I'm Max Payne
And I fuck a bitch until she feel some back pain
Breaking down the weed like the rap game
And I'm not a rapper bitch, I am a bad case
I'ont gotta speed it up at no fast pace
Imma pull of on yo' ass like a drag race
Imma smoke a spliff, watch me activate
And I don't wanna fuck bitch you got bad taste

[Hook]
Imma let these n***as know we ain't the same
Imma play the orchestra and pull the string
Imma let these n***as know we ain't the same
Imma play the orchestra and pull the string
[Verse 3]
Made a couple grand then I took a trip
And I never went back but I miss it there
Boy you like a sample that ain't never clear
I fuck her, give her samples then I disappear
Boy I glisten, glam like a chandelier (bitch)
Hundred miles away you see me like I'm near (bitch)
N***as talkin' shit I don't ever hear
About them doing shit so let's have a cheers