Yeah
My pockets been filled with them Benjamin's
You fake stompin around in these timberlands
Got the Cartier frames on my face, (yeah huhhh)
Im so damn high, I feel like I'm in space (yeah huhhh)
Spending that money, then I'll make it back
Fucking that bitch, then I get in my bag (oh yeah)
Im spinnin, I'm spinnin, I'm spinnin, I'm spinnin, I'm spinnin, I'm spinnin, I'm spinnin right back
This bitch barely geeked, she be in that in n' out
I just seen a bad bitch and she want me to beat it down
Off of this what I been smokin I'm greenin out
(Hahahahaha)
You don't even know who you talkin to bitch I'm the goat
This bitch want me putting my dick in her throat
Y'all internet beefing the funniest jokes
And you can't get up on my level cause I'm way to damn tall
Bitch I'm to high just cracked the ceiling
The addy and perc help me fight off my demons
(Fight them bitches off, fight them bitches off)
(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Been busting the blick, all you hear is the shells
The blicky got talent, it sing like Adele
Im not letting up I been giving em hell
I been smoking that good shit can tell by the smell
My lil youngin' a shooter, I'm feelin like Dell (Hey, bbrrr, What)
All this damn ice on my body I need me a coat
Been feeling like Kodak, I'm driving the boat
Had to put down my cup, it was murder she wrote
Never flexed on the gram, never been one to gloat
Huhh, don't matter Tylzr still bagging your hoe
Huhh, I put my gun in my holster
Bitch wanna talk I don't know her
(bitch wanna talk I don't know her, bitch wanna talk I don't her)

Damn I just ran out of perky's, that shit made me itch
Toting my blicky it came with a switch
In Dover Street Market, it's me and my bitch
Been swimming in money, I'm feeling like Mitch
Chain turning green made em look like the Grinch
Purple my cup like I play for the kings
Paint my bitch face got her looking like Sting
Got throat from the bitch, never gave her a ring
Marni on Marni, my bitch in a mink
(Marni on Marni, my bitch in a mink, Marni on Marni, my bitch in a mink)
Yeah, no pencil or paper still drawing attention
I can't wait till my mom in a mansion
All this money my pockets expanded
I feel so hated like Marilyn Manson
My bitch a baddy like Marilyn Monroe
Might book a flight, don't even care where I go
I got some homies be sniffing that snow and I got some homies that's ready to blow
Young Tylzr just took off like ready, set, go
Said I'm bout to turn up and run up that score