In that big body Bentley truck there ain't no catching me
I stay to myself, put that on my life, can put no stress in me
And the kid don't want no smoke, cause the gang cut em up just like vasectomy
Ball so hard I feel like Dalton Kncecht, there ain't no pressing me
Bro just hit my phone he said let's go up
Off to many perky's, I might throw up
Dude tryna fuck with the gang, act like he know us
He pussy sent him the lo', he still ain't show up
Me and lil Justin been up in that field like some soldiers
I know some junkies that's feining for sacks, Joey Bosa
You never would think that I'd make it this far but I told you
The money to big it won't fit in my pocket won't fold yeah
The Bentley truck sitting outside, but I won't drive that shit, don't wanna touch it
Twelve just raided the trap, now they searching all the duffles
Bet I ball like Luka Doncic, pour me up a triple double
Brodie really gave me Inspiration, name this Ian flow
Yeah you can't put no stress on me
All my pockets be filled with green
I pass the ball like Draymond Green
I got a Glock on my hip with a beam
All of these people be thinking they good, but they ain't good like me, nah
I don't gotta chill I'm keeping hood, bitch I'm keeping it P
My bitch super bad like Halle Berry, yeah, yeah
Talkin that shit on the net, but in face you scary, yeah, yeah
I'm on the court throwing shots up like Rick Barry, yeah, yeah
Im to damn high I can't feel no pain, yeah
Talk that shit get blood on your face
Popping these pills I'm going insane, I'm crazy
Yeah, I make a bad lil bitch put her ass in my face
Smoke to good woulda thought it was laced
I ain't gon talk bitch I'm doing the race, uh
Uh
These bitches tryna take
They tryna get like me but they can't move like me, yeah
I got the heat on my feet I'm moving like Nike, yeah
They press me to hard, had to turn into a diamond
Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, Rollie gang
I just took a flight to LA
Bitch I'm trapping from the D to the A
I don't care bout what you say or what you think, yeah
Uh, uh, uh
I took a trip to the bank
Ball hard, crash out in the paint
No call of duty but I up my rank, catching like four or five shots to the face
Broad day I put em away, go hard like LeBron James
My goyard got that thing, serve dog food and that caine
I'm geeking off that X, love when she say my name
Im in this shit for the money, couldn't give a fuck about that fame
Yeah my pockets filled with hundreds, Im so high off Mary Jane
Gotta bury me with the Chrome Heart tags if they ever put me away