I guess it's her tryna flip me up
She wanna pick up my captions (She wanna flip me up)
I guess it's her tryna flip me up
She wanna be my distraction (She wanna be my distraction)
I'm sippin' on codeine while I'm drivin'
I'm 'bout to pull up and crash it (I'm 'bout to pull up and crash it)
I'm pullin' some mud in the back of Suburban Trust
I don't need a chauffeur (I don't need a chauffeur)
I see 'em all jumpin' on top of the wave
But you know I'm surfin' it first (But you know I'm surfin' it first)
I'm too swagged out for this bitch
Baby, I'm too fly for shirts, for shirts
I'm too fly for shirts, G
Know you ain't catchin' my vibe for shirts (Know you ain't catchin' my vibe)
'Cause I done made too much money for shirts, G
I done got a whole trap jumpin' for shirts, G
Countin' up racks, tryna thumb it (Okay)
Got punch-made racks, I can punch it (I can punch it)
I got your main bitch, I be here fuckin' (Okay)
Not just me, yeah, she fuckin' the squad (Okay)
She a freak, she get fucked while you watchin' (What's up?)
Hundred K, I spent that on a watch (What's up?)
And I spent fifty on the chain (Spent fifty on the chain)
Fifty, no cap (No cap)

Yo, I done spent fifty on the chain
While your bitch might be sittin' on your ass all day, no cap
And I fuck her every state that I'm in every day, it's a different state, no cap
It's just another day gettin' paid, hop on the jet and then do it again, fly back (Do it again, fly back)
Just another plate I'ma win (Do it again, fly back)
It's just another bag, I done fucked up again
In Hollywood Hills for the function (Go)
She done burned my heart, can't cuff her again
It's cool because I never loved her (Go)
Poetic shit, I'm the ghost with the pen
And free all my dawgs in the pen (What's up?)
Free Lil' J, free Lil' Joe
Tell 'em go free iJeffery (Free iJeffery)
This car like a jet when it take off
Every time I hop in, you can't catch me (Hop in)
I'm cruisin' around with Eli (Go)
I'm on the project, exin' the taxi (Go)

I gotta hold up my palms
You got a chain before you got a gun (Gun)
What the fuck? (What the fuck?)
Bitch, I hit a gun way before the chain (Way before the chain)
A plan before I out of fame (Before I out of fame)
Bitch, I hit a plan before I out of fame (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
I still got a plan (Still got a plan), I still got a plan (Still got a plan)

I guess it's her tryna flip me off, she wanna pick up my captions (She wanna flip me off)
I guess it's her tryna flip me off, she wanna be my distraction (Be my distraction)
I'm sippin' on codeine while I'm drivin', I'm 'bout to pull up and crash it (I'm 'bout to pull up and crash it)
I'm puttin' some mud in the back, it's Suburban Trust, I don't need a chauffeur (I don't need a chauffeur)
I see 'em all jumpin' on top of the wave, bitch, you know I'm surfin' in first (You know I'm surfin' in first)
I'm too swagged out for this, bitch, baby, I'm too fly for Shurks, for Shurks (Baby, I'm too fly)
I'm too fly for Shurks, you know you ain't catchin' my vibe for Shurks (Catchin' my vibe)
'Cause I done made too much money for Shurkski
I done got a whole trap jumpin' for Shurkski

I'm caught in the red, tryna thumb it
God punch my racks like a punchstand
Got your main bitch over here fuckin' (Okay)
Not just me, yeah, she fuckin' the squad (Okay)
She a freak, she get fucked while you watch (It's up)
Hundred K, I spent that on a watch (It's up)