I'm in exotic whips
Rocking designer fits
I got a bag I'm rich
Stuffing the 'za in the zip
Yuh-Yeah
I'm finna' rock and roll
She tryna' suck, I know
Slime gon' crash my car
New pack at my door
She get wet like shore
So much money still need some more
I'm finna' go for the murder
Off these drugs I'm a god damn martyr
I'm gon' step, Balenciaga troops
I'm with the gang we made our truce
I want the bag but fuck it make two
On my mind bitch I'm thinking about you
Told my momma that this my year
All these rappers tryna' act like queers
God that neck was S-Tier
God this X is S-Tier
I'm in exotic whips
Rocking designer fits
I got a bag I'm rich
Stuffing the 'za in the zip
Yuh-Yeah
I'm finna' rock and roll
She tryna' suck, I know
Slime gon' crash my car
New pack at my door
She get wet like shore
So much money still need some more
I'm finna' go for the murder
Off these drugs I'm a god damn martyr
Bitch I'm a god damn martyr
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Bitch I'm a god damn martyr
(shuh' shuh' shuh' shuh')
Bitch I'm a god damn martyr
Bitch I'm a god damn martyr
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)