All of this hatred I'm hearing this bitch is so stupid
She always be full of it
Gotta survive in the richest of towns
Dope in the kitchen, we brewing it
Watches on each of my wrists, I don't need the time
Both of my pulses be feelin' it
All of your diamonds are fake, repeat what I said
Brodie just shouldn't be wearin' them
Send me your pin, I am not a grenade
She came with me just to get serenaded
Too many chances out here to get baited
Watchin' my back cause I ain't turnin' my head
Grippin' the track and the tires need tread
You wanna ride, but I can't offer nothin
I'm finna crash cause this Beamer ain't M
I'm finna die cause this Beamer ain't Benz
You wanna hop off my dick, anytime works
Please don't fuck it all up
She ended up in the back of the line
My bro caught her lying tryna cover it up
I got myself out the mix, no one got time for this shit
Especially in crunch
I'm sittin' here with a backwood it's rolled
I'm waitin' for Yeti to smoke this bitch up
I gotta lotta Faygo, mailin' the letterman post
The stamp made of gold
Envelopes came with a check, go straight to Ferragamo when I open it up
The package, it came with some Christian, I didn't ship it
Guess Imma hang this shit up
My wall got it covered in pistols Which one should I take out when I'm tryna light this bitch up
All of this hatred I'm hearing this bitch is so stupid
She always be full of it
Gotta survive in the richest of towns
Dope in the kitchen, we brewing it
Watches on each of my wrists, I don't need the time
Both of my pulses be feelin' it
All of your diamonds are fake, repeat what I said
Brodie just shouldn't be wearin' them
Send me your pin, I am not a grenade
She came with me just to get serenaded
Too many chances out here to get baited
Watchin' my back cause I ain't turnin' my head
Grippin' the track and the tires need tread
You wanna ride, but I can't offer nothin
I'm finna crash cause this Beamer ain't M
I'm finna die cause this Beamer ain't Benz
I'm out here livin' my life
Blunt got me up in a cloud
I'm really lovin' the crowd
Moshpit since I was a child
People be runnin' their mouths
I don't make music for clout
I don't make music for no one
I make this shit for myself
I made it here from the bottom of shelves
My bookie need money from 2012 and I got it
You've missed a few big chapters
I'm not a loser, been checkin' my wallet
You got all happy when I took you to Bali
Never forget what you did to my pockets
I'm not a bank that'll give you advance
I'm not your puppet, I'm not in a trance
Dinner for two and you paying' the tab
If you wanna fight, then I'll take it outside