You see this beefin' ting, it's got the flats hot I'm at the Mandalay, it's not the trap spot And how you livin', showing you man a snapshot I hit the jackpot And I'm in Off-White, I hit the jackpot And I'm in Off-White That be Maaly Raw I'm at the

My bitch is bad and boujee (bad) Raindrops, drop tops (drop top) Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie) Cookin' up dope in the crockpot, (pot) We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey) I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody) Call up the

Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most Bodybag Dior, as well as Saint Laurent Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci'), pop collar with a slut Top shotta in the guts, double M, it's a must Maybach, sippin' mud, matte black with the guts Blasted off, enjoy it,

Run me down Okay, rub me down Got the big CEO's and the taggies down Did a show, sponsored clothes, put the shottas down Yeah, I stuck to the code, nigga shot it down Yeah I fucked on the road, nigga caught it down Yeah, turn it up in the headphones

If you were my last breath, I'd just wanna hold ya If you were my last night I ever had on wheels, I woulda drive you like I stole ya I'd press you to my lips, take a little sip Swirl you around and around and around Then I'd shoot you down If you were

I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit Lookin' for a biddy on that thot shit Y'all ain't getting money, nigga, stop this I been 'round the globe talkin' hot shit Y’all ain't getting money, nigga, stop this I been

Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (new socks) Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (skrt, skrt) I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (no thot) Never bring a freak to your spot (whoop, whoop) Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no

It ain't you, it's me But it ain't you that's been going through hell It ain't you with a heart for sale It ain't you riding 'round this town With a ghost in the shotgun seat It ain't you that still misses it all You ain't the one that can't move on,

Now dis one dedicated to de man dem call MacGyver (bo!) And all double-oh-seven James Bond man 'e from de area (gunshot, gunshot) Maximum respect to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!) And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get WICKED! One, two,

You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up When your fans become your haters Fuck, your beard's weird You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard We doin' this once Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?