Uh, uh In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift Club action-packed all night Jayson Tatum, what I ball like I be pimpin', got a lot of bad bitches, Mike Vick, start a dog fight Got a smart mouth but her jaw's nice Neck on freeze, all ice We been stackin' bands to a tall height Live a 100K at the mall life, uh Fuck it off again, Las Vegas, MGM, uh Bad bitch, shoot my shot just like I'm playin' in the gym She showed all her friends what I say in her DMs Drippin' all this water, can my haters even swim? In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift Sellin' iCarly I'm unstoppable, niggas can't guard me Go up top, I'm too rich to be arguin' I been chillin', I hope you ain't thinkin' I lost it I gave her salaries, I'm on that boss shit I don't play no ball, but you play, we gon' cross you She wanna fuck with the kid 'cause I'm saucy If you wanna ride with, you know what it's gon' cost you I do what I want to when I'm ready SF90, this bitch litty I'm confident, bet whatever they bettin' I 'on't play games, I'm not that petty Full-court press, I'm not gon' let up I don't care, I guess I'm fed up I'm doin' good but could be better I 'on't talk much, but I ain't gon' shut up (yeah) In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift Always on it, why the fuck would I waste time? If I get a shot, I'ma take mine Watch me score like LeBron up the baseline They left me in the dark like I can't shine From the rain, now it's Rolls-Royce umbrellas Velveeta, that boy got dumb cheddar I'm just chasin' paper, ain't know nothin' else I ain't losin' sleep 'bout a bitch, no, I won't stress her Leave a hoe then I move onto somethin' better Catch her peepin' the drip, I'ma jump better Mike Amiri and new Saint Laurent sweater And I always pop out with my young steppers They on go, all he need is one gesture Keep on gassin' him up 'til that pump wet him Niggas diss on the gang and they touch stretchers Torch his top, turn his homies to pallbearers In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift

(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

Ah-ah-ah, hey Run that back, Turbo You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question I got a bitch like Keisha off of Belly Police got dogs and they can't even smell me Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly 20s on me, I call 'em green relish Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly PH in the sky, we got 'em already PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it Creepin' at night, the VLONE bandit I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed Worked all my life and now I understand it Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it I got the sweetest sauce like jelly Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli I held him down, that nigga was my celly Fuck you fuck niggas, never made me heartless Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at Target They cut out the coupe before we hit the market We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the party I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti Police's cases, all that we avoidin' The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy I shown all my love, I've never been a bully Got every color VLONE hoody Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie I got this sauce, cream and puddin' I came with the drip, got everybody lookin' Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken Send a front in, it's easy to get a book in You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion I still rock the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (skrrt) These camouflage denim like I just went campin' They still can't believe that I made it, they happy I been gettin' money before I was rappin' I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors No pleadin', arraignment, ain't takin' no charges My young nigga's solid, I know that he got me He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're tourin' How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan Packin' out shows, love my fans, they important And I'm still in the trap, in the hood like a motor Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor I just started rappin', I made me some millions Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50 I leveled it up, I've been handlin' business Gettin' 20 a night, every day, different city I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee) I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, Supreme (yeah, yeah) You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (uh)