Oh my god
Oh my god damn
Oh my god
Oh my god damn
Oh my god
Oh my god damn
Oh my god
Oh my god damn
On the low uh
Baby on the low for real oh yeah
Burnin' through that dough
Burnin' through that dough, for real oh yeah
And yeah we kickin' doors
Yeah we kickin' doors, for real oh yeah
And they don't have to know
They don't have to know, for real oh yeah
Get that profit
Feelin' like god, I'm a prophet
Got a picture of you and your bitch uh
Yeah she fuckin' cropped it
And I'm too damn evil
Feelin' a demon cannot stop it
Broken nose, throwin' bowes
At my show, fuckin' moshpit
I leveled up way too damn far
How can I top it?
Showed that bitch my wood, now she wonderin'
How can I top this?
You will never know how it feels
To be on the top bitch
You will never know how it feels
To just fuckin' pop shit
Rockstar
Drug addict
That's my fucking knowledge
Popstar
Toe-Taggin'
That's my fuckin' "MOT" bitch
Skyline
Range Rover
Runnin' up the mileage
Stackin' up
So high
I can own an island
Taking out your army yeah
Feelin' like I'm "Guts"
Pill Poppin'
Syrup Sippin'
Til' I'm fucking throwing up
And last year goin' crazy, in this bitch
I leveled up
You'd have to kill me but you can't
Yeah bitch I'm going nuts
Oh my god
Oh my god damn
Oh my god
Oh my god damn
Oh my god
Oh my god damn
Oh my god
Oh my god damn
Oh my god
Oh my god damn
Oh my god
Oh my god damn
Oh my god
Oh my god damn
Oh my god
Oh my god damn