I move all my shit before they talk about it
Yeah, I move with my stick, bitch, I can't walk without it
Drop a band up on a wallet, bitch, try to talk me out it
That boy tripped and I caught it, huh, shit, was tragic
This a presidential on my wrist, lil bitch it's not a Patek
All my credentials in this bitch, my face card must be tatted
We're not swerving rentals in this bitch, this Trackhawk fly like Maverick
I rock all black denim in this bitch, I ain't worried about no matching
My cup is all red, but my shoes is black
That boy really like to talk, we gon' send him to hell and back
I'm not one to make the call, I'ma pull up and get him whacked
Stop, yeah, these boys broke, they like to match
Two miles a minute in this cat, I drop ten racks inside the Saks
I'm sippin' lean, not touchin' Jack, aye how the fuck y'all sippin' that
Y'all sippin' rum and coke, I sip lots of lean
That boy said I'm broke, I introduced him to the beam
Light up, come take a toke
Got fire, he like to poke
These boys got them lean guts, I'm skinny enough that I could rock Celine
Trade her, like Seminole
I break her, these hoes gon' fold
I got red bottoms on, just lookin' like I just walked up out the scene