[Verse 1]
Fuck a Nike swish, yeah
Fuck your favorite bitch, yeah
Wait in line for the rest of the marching band, yeah
'Cause I'm really flexed up
Bitch, I'm really flexed up
See my wrist, see my neck, now my shit flexed up
Who the fuck you thought this was?
Bitch, I'm famous on the low
Guess I thought about the trap
Bitches shaking on my back
I'm already on the map
Guess I need to watch my back
'Cause it's over in the trap
Fuck bailing all of that
Who the fuck you thought this was?
Old Mercedes on the low
I got goth in my blood
Bitches shady on the run
Bring the carti on the tap
Why the fuck you call me that?
Guess I gotta hold her back
Hold her brains from my trap

[Hook]
Now you stuck on my list, feeling rich (bitch)
Kiss the rollie on my bitch, you faking, bitch
Kiss the goth up in the lips, that's a lisp
40 on my fucking back, now that's a trap