It's a banger, y'all already know the fuck going on, NFL Stan
I got a couple niggas on the land who want to rock out
Tar told me stay in the booth, don't need a pop out
I'm trying to stay poise, but I feel better with my Glock out
I done changed my life, but they treat me like a dropout
They call me NFL and I don't even got a cleat
I'm sticking to the money, so I put it on my feet
Cold-hearted, plus the mind, running with the heat
Halloween lady, I done tricked, her for her treat
I done changed my life for the better pussy, boa
Ain't just rapping for the money or no Gucci, boa
Hall of fame type of thuggin, ain't no rookie, boa
This rapper sour, you can't roll me like no Tootsie, boa
And that's a fendi, she trying to see a drive-thru
So I took her ass to Wendy
Cause she wanna know somebody mugshot, going trendy
And I ain't getting 20, plus my stomach empty
And I ain't feeling envy, I ain't got too many
Took me out the mix, I ain't fucking with y'all trail
Just talked to my dawg, saying free Drell
Reminiscing bout them times we ain't go to jail
Now you got me crying, saying that the mission failed
I'm trying to hop out, and go crank on em
I'm trying to jump out with no top and put this flame on em
I got jit on the way with my name on em
And I don't want her mad, I ain't put my chain on em
Swear to God