Silver rings I'ma punk boy bitch
Off white kicks to an all black fit
Hit one time I don't know that bitch
Yo pockets got ran I call that blitz
Got a big check go and blow that bitch
You ain't got no bread why you try to act rich
Flex for the gram that's just a skit
Don't know my name I'm still goin hit
Run it up, run it up
Water on bubble up
Getting my money up running my trouble up
Young ass jit I'm focused on turnin up
Roll up a wood I might as well burn it up
Ash on the floor then rub it in
You not my boy, you not my friend
Ice my neck shit cost bout ten
Got butterfly doors don't whip no benz
Slow it down
Like gunna its either you drip or drown
Hittin a lick like I'm in the town
I'm out of this world like the killer clowns
They said I ain't shit but what happened now
I got the racks I could throw it out
Don't need no bitch I could do without
I been doin this shit made my momma proud
You aint talking my language
Bitch you basic
You just say shit
You just aint it
Tryna hop on the wave but you cant
I've been away mia in the bay
Count up the bankroll everyday
You struggle to make songs better pray
Bitch you on a payroll tryna save
So you better stay home go and play
Fuck wit a killa get gunned down
Choppa make no sense when it go, blah blah
I can hear the city heart pound
Team with me, got a beam with me
Money come with every single clock count
They was ahead and stepping on us, they just be watching the plot now
Winning side, when I'm on that bitch
Fuck the world, let it hold my kid
At night cant see in the mist
I just don't wanna live in the abyss
Fuck it I'll do it again,
I double the money, I double the bands
Flyin thru traffic bitch I'm in a Benz
Silver rings I'ma punk boy bitch
Off white kicks to an all black fit
Hit one time I don't know that bitch
Yo pockets got ran I call that blitz
Got a big check go blow that bitch
You ain't got no bread why you try to act rich
Why you flex for the gram that's just a skit
Don't know my name I'm still goin hit
I run it up run it up
Water on bubble up
Getting money up running my trouble up
Young ass jit I'm focused on turnin up
Roll up a wood I might as well burn it up
Ash on the floor then rub it in
You not my boy, you not my friend
Ice my neck shit cost bout ten
Butterfly doors don't whip no Benz