Gucci Louis fendi n a coach bag

she go throw dat, we always where the hoes at

no cap Ima keep me moving like a nomad

we run up on yo block and beat the glock just like a mopad

She wanna fuq but she ain’t all that

so I told her bring her besties where my dogs at

I’m ready looking steady with the semi n a tall mag

gissepe on my belly wid amiri n that’s called swag

My niggas swagged out, Brodie wi the stove he whipping coke up in e the trap house

hoes be giving throat these bitches know cuz in his bag now

I drinking Hennessy alone in finna Spazz out

you know dat wen I’m rolling in the road I’m bringing straps out

she told that she know what she was on n bitches blacked out

she said that she wouldn’t be chasin birkins if she had clout

Yo bitches submitting to get submissive like a tap out

Bay bad bitch ina e house, e room full nuh badda chat gimme na e couch

n mi dig n drill it , n jizz in a e mouths

n e filly spot billy n skin it right out, Senegal skill ina e town

suh we spinning n we skidding, n we drift in e crown

have a blicky wid a fiddy clip, a switch e lights out

n a preddy bitch a lik e dick a keep e vibes doh

Gyal uh thicker dan cow shit, uh wouldn’t mind see di 7 figures n count it

give a thot clout, not fi tap a roses

bitch a drop down from she bob and sosi

liver dat brown from e liquor dat clouded

been a chap pounds, robbery bigga dan bounties

bout she, doh sell fuq gyal doh trip

a ochi di toll Benz buk bob sport it