Got a bad bitch named Carol
Rick jeans is my apparel
I got white hoes, Cracker Barrel
Got a black plug his name Herald
All my homies crazy, homies feral
I aint gon' let you in, I aint gon' let you in
You want the car, then give me the vin
Do I want hoes it really depends (it depends)
I got a glock that shit go to whoo, I got a glock that shit go to whoo
Don't call me your friend, like bitch who is you
Don't call me your twin if I got no clue
My homies locked in, we're stuck in like glue
I cant fuck up these new jazz beats
I just got these new SB cleats
I'll do a couple shows, but no feats
Attachments coming in got a beam
I cant fuck with lames on my team
Call up Jozizzy I need some more lean
I feel like I'm dying off these beans
I be sipping purple, while you broke boys sipping green
I just fucked yo bitch, she said she feel it in her spleen
Bitch I feel like rino how I'm dripped out in Celine
Bitch I feel like rino how all my diamonds gleam
Bitch I feel like rino like in 2017
Next time yo mama see you, you gon' be up on a screen
I'm pumping out this music like I'm a machine
Fuck you Alexander, yeah you a whole meme