Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy Look, I'm finna talk real quick, look
I scream fuck a hook cause I be killin' verses
Go and grab the Glock and put it in my mom's purses
Bossed up in life, yeah, I found my purpose
Go and ask God, lil' nigga, who do you worship
Out the jungle, yeah, I flourished
You new niggas ain't important
Flow is hot, bitch, it's scorching
Pass me the rock and I'm scoring
I'm grown now
New flow with my old sound
I did it on my own now
Look at me, I got some gold now
Got the link hangin' from my neck
Tryna touch it then them killers comin' out with texts
Go and flip you like a tech deck
And I ain't talkin' for no respect
And I got shit to lose
I feel like Lil' Baby, I got shit to prove
And you don't have a fuckin' clue
How hard I had to work for these fuckin' blues
Or these fuckin' shoes
I'm talkin' Margiela steppin' when I'm walkin' through
And you know she gon' pick and choose
Diamond chain around my neck and all the rocks is blue
What could we do?
Make a call and all my killers comin' marchin' too
And you a fuckin' fool
Tryna step up to me and you gon' fuckin' lose
And you gon' fuckin' lose And I'ma always win
Fill the cup to the brim and fill it up with hen
And you know that I'm goin' in
If she keep givin' me that look, she know that I'm a sin
Or she want me to swim
Matter of fact, I'm bouta fuckin' spin
Spin a block about a couple times, goin' crazy every fuckin' rhyme
Look at my diamond shine