A lot of shit, my gun be talkin' a lot of shit, gun be talkin' a lot of shit, my gun, be talkin' a lot of shit
Been through that shit, so I told him, let's get it
We came through the back, used to crawl in the fence
5% tint on the car when I'm in it
Step out in the clouds, I got pounds on me, earnin' my salary
Smilin' for cameras, hoes say I'm sexy, but mine say I'm handsome
Get you some gettys, these flawless baguettes
While your best friend textin me, talking bout sex
She must see this gallery, Rick and Hermes
You never could flex on me, word to my dead
Put trees on my lettermen, word on my back
Bitch you can be jealous, lil hoe im up next
Hold up, look, Dan, I might want that spot
My gun talk a lot, but I can't miss my shot
I'm ready to blow my way up to the top
My beats ain't bangin', you need to unlock
Lil' bitches gon' bust, they pussy gon' pop
That shit ain't for me, I tell them to stop
They keep askin' me, man, when you gon' drop
I don't know, I'ma just keep it a hundred, man
I'm tryna run me up another hundred bands
Money talk to me, I promise I understand
Ain't met a woman that's worth it to take her hand
I'ma just keep to myself, I find I do better with nobody's help
I'm stackin' my paper and countin' my wealth
That's the main goal, till I'm shown somethin' else
I'ma keep grindin' till I hear them bells
I'ma keep grindin' till I hear them bells
Till I hear them bells
Till I hear the bells
Wait, till I hear the bells
No ever after this no fairytale
Ball up in class, bitch, ain't no show and tell
Me, Dan, and Mari, ain't no way to fail
Stuff that boy head in the pail
He move like Gary the Snail
Know I be trippin', she say she don't like it
She say I don't love her, that bitch is a psychic
Nunchuck my hip, I rock out like I'm Mikey
Red, masked up, they call me Raph
Donny my hip, bitch, I stay with a staff
Leo the blade, cut his bitch ass in half
Bih finna gobble on it like giraffe
She say I ain't tryin', I tell her I'm sorry
Baby, this mission's too hard to complete
That boy got to look at the shoes on my feet
Finger fucked the Glock, this shit gettin' handsy
Yeah, we go apeshit, niggas, chimpanzees
Leave that boy stuffed like the food in the pantry
That boy a star, he be dancin
Pounds in the car, cause the Jakess caught onto my mansion