[Refrain]
Yo, Cartier came with a tint
Pain behind the lenses
And how the fuck you gonna live?
If you ain't got no bands and that lil' Glock gotta kick
He ain't gon' need no—
Used to imagine it, now I be livin' it

[Chorus]
My n***as dead, they took a part of me
Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery
Claimin' they hitta, but you ain't even part of it
Cro caught a body, because of a promise
I gotta problem, you know i'ma solve it
What i'ma do wit' all this profit?
In my Birkins or Amiri pocket
Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at

[Verse 1]
I'm from the hood, it's so toxic
You a pussy if you stop it
Wire tap don't, wonder why you never catch me on it
With this trap phone, I can make about a hunnid thousand
I just go back to the bando, abandoned
Step on a brick and wrap it in plastic
I'm kinda mad that you up in a casket
This shit gon' come with you being a savage
Then she know I ain't no average
I'm makin' more money than her daddy
Sixty cents on a Rolex, and it got baguetties
Yo, stretchin' the clip it's extended
I think I'll win an election
I don't look like what I've been through, but I really came from the trenches
And we got the stick, bamboo
I want the money, it come with the fame
She fill up her attitude, you better get the fuck outta my face
My life like zoom, zoom
Everyday feel like a holiday
[Chorus]
My n***as dead, they took a part of me
Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery
Claimin' they hitta, but you ain't even part of it
Cro caught a body, because of a promise
I gotta problem, you know i'ma solve it
What i'ma do wit' all this profit?
In my Birkins or Amiri pocket
Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at
My n***as dead, they took a part of me
Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery
Claimin' they hitta, but you ain't even part of it
Cro caught a body, because of a promise
I gotta problem, you know i'ma solve it
What i'ma do wit' all this profit?
In my Birkins or Amiri pocket
Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at

[Verse 2]
Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at
Fit in my pocket, you know it's compact
Don't gotta ask me lil' n***a I'm on it
I do not want it if it's not exotic
I'm gettin' money for being melodic
That n***a flexin' like n***as won't rob him
He told the opps, and they had to vanish
Extendo, extendo, it's straight up pilates
To gettin' it in to popular pockets
When bitches do drills they poppin' the molly
I lied, seven two five but I'm twenty
But I still got to kill, so I'm lettin' her know
Still got the drip from my head to my toe
They lovin' the way that I put that shit on
I got the bands, I don't need me a loan
Ain't talkin' racks, better leave me alone
[Refrain]
Yo, Cartier came wit' a tint
Pain behind the lenses
And how the fuck you gonna live?
If you ain't got no bands and that lil' Glock gotta kick
He ain't gon' need no—
Used to imagine it, now I be livin' it

[Outro]
My n***as dead, they took a part of me
Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery
I gotta problem, you know i'ma solve it
What I'ma do wit' all this profit?