(The Melody) (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) Chanel or Cha-ne'-ne', whatever you call it Whenever you poppin', don't matter who bought it Prada wristband with the chip, my new wallet Fresh out the creek, I'm discreet, I'm too solid Charge up the G-Wagen, new electronic Deep in religion, might get back demonic Go ask promoters, I picked up six hundred Four hundred more, one million, get it, he saw it Six-carat stones, GIA, I went flawless I had to flush with the top off the toilet Fendi Baguette bag thirty-two hundred Dealin' with jet lag, pass me a water Sheets in the county, go run up a quarter Brodie did that just to bonus his lawyer She sent me the heart eyes, I tried to ignore her Left her on read, let her know she a choice Put 'em on ice, he play Put her on ice, she play Put on my ice, I'm safe My lil' brother, he carry a Drac' And I told him ain't nobody safe And I told him ain't nobody safe And I told him ain't nobody safe And I told him ain't nobody safe They say I look nervous, they look at my face (Yeah) You could do that but can't play in my face (Yeah) I told the water boys copy the plates (Yeah) Lil' bro had fucked up his heart off the vape (Yeah, yeah) The bloggers be talkin', they start up a case (Yeah) Ain't from my hood, then you cannot relate (Yeah) Pass out that money, you already ate (Yeah) Bottega slides, I love pretty feet I was 'bout to go Brabus, the order backed up Switched to Ferrari, it smell like the horse Drink like Starbucks, but it got me backed up When I'm too high, bitch, I don't like to fuck Bro like defender how he move like a cluck Brand-new McLaren, shit straight off the truck Bitch think I'm cocky, I don't say, "What's up?" Me and bro loyalty made out the mud Put 'em on ice, he play Put her on ice, she play Put on my ice, I'm safe My lil' brother, he carry a Drac' And I told him ain't nobody safe And I told him ain't nobody safe And I told him ain't nobody safe And I told him ain't nobody safe Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Ahh Ahh Ahh) (Mhmm) Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm) Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm) Never give your heart to a hoe (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh) Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm) Nobody there, the money right there (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh) You was right there when no one was there (Mhmm) I cannot lie, this shit was unfair (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh) Walk in the room and everyone stare (Mhmm) Why you be messing with me Why you be stressing to me Why you finesse for the D Your friends be messaging me Tell em' stop messing' wit me Why you investing than me You cheap That second degree That's just a lesson for me When I was down You wasn't checkin' for me You was not checkin' for me Got arrested stripper Magic She know where cash is (Yeah yeah yeah) She love my eye lids I'm a savage Matching Rollies got a bunch of them Wanna a baby fuck the rubber shit She was always on some other shit Thats why I don't ever love a bitch Like ya shawty I can't do it shawty Always get into it shawty Count that check and get in to it shawty These hoes they for everybody (Ahh Ahh Ahh) (Mhmm) Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm) Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm) Never give your heart to a hoe (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh) Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm) Nobody there, the money right there (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh) You was right there when no one was there (Mhmm) I cannot lie, this shit was unfair (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh) Walk in the room and everyone stare (Mhmm) Heart breakers You dig Diamonds they drip [?] When we was in love I would buy shit Started to sound like a pimp everything you say rhyme bitch I'ma drill it Take that shit off and go fuck on a side bitch Give her rolls and I hope she choke on the weed weed I was just telling you you gon be king of the 3D No wedding ring I wanna grind I [?] whats it to you we grind Buy you got find out tonight I'ma go out tonight I'ma buy the bar like you know I'ma go fuck somebody tonight Pick me up some bodies Like I don't come tonight (Ahh Ahh Ahh) (Mhmm) Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm) Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm) Never give your heart to a hoe (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh) Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm) Nobody there, the money right there (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh) You was right there when no one was there (Mhmm) I cannot lie, this shit was unfair (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh) Walk in the room and everyone stare (Mhmm)

Eh-eh, look We ain't getting on no live, nigga We ain't sending out no threats, nigga, look Who the fuck is Kuttem Reese? Who the fuck is that? (Who is that?) I'm finna show you right here, I'm finna show you right here Look We ain't sendin' out no texts, nigga We ain't gettin' on no live talkin' about beef and sendin' out threats, nigga (shh) All you niggas crashin', follow the blind and you crash next, nigga Baby Joe can go on that ace of spades to come out as that nigga (out of here) Every time I come, I come direct, nigga, get your aim right He let out 62 shots, in five attempts, must they aim right? (Pussy) I wasn't even dead you missed your target and I was in plain sight Plain car, everybody get laced up and get them things right (come on, come on) Fuck the red and blue lights, we still gon' slide We doing it the same night (right now, right now) I just got the drop, yeah, after this light, just make the same right Stretch gang, she must say I scrap know that she a dang dyke You sent your stepper and guess what happened, that nigga lost his damn life (right here) I got 'em hot, I know he mad I got 'em out his element He IG Live talkin' paperwork, but he ain't got no evidence (coward, coward) How the fuck I'm a rapper and be Kuttem Reese if I'm supposed to be on that telling shit? I would have caught a flight and went with 6iх9inе if I was on that federal shit (stupid) Y'all ain't really care about y'all nigga, y'all just made him shirts Like the other side, them boys ain't never slide, I know they family hurt I'm runnin' with them Z's, but you know me, I grew up in church For that nigga screamin', "Pressure" 'til he in the dirt For that nigga screamin', "Pressure" 'til he in the dirt Rrahh-rrahh, CKN, bitch Smurk (gang, gang, gang), hah I'm with real gang members in this bitch right now (gang, gang) Real killers for real, bro (gang, gang, gang, gang) Get on niggas asses, you fuck with them niggas, we don't give out passes (let's get it) Them niggas was bragging, get on their ass and turn they brothers ashes (brrah) Dissing me ain't safe, this shit for real, my shit gon' come with caskets (facts) I hang with some takers, they ain't with me, if you catch them niggas asking Lil' bro give headshots for real (yeah) Calm bro down, he off two pills (yeah) Slide on opps, bro got the wheel (yeah) Black box on the Glock for real (gang) Roll my dawg got two Glocks for real Dude ass head got shot and lived (let's get it) I don't let hoes come to the crib, for the cash they'll drop yo' lo' for real I'm a gangsta, shit, I'm a Chiraq baby, what's this like? It's like Iraq, baby You ain't a ho, I know you like that, baby That highspeed in that Hellcat crazy (skrrt) Why you playin'? Ain't no Glock on safety Switch his tush that top go crazy Lil' bro treat that Glock like Brady (let's get it) Drugs and lean, I'm juiced up daily What red light? I'm not Toosii, baby (I'm not Toosii) We don't stop at those, you crazy? (Crazy) I just paid my dawg his bond, I just paid my lawyer 80 Like, wait, bro, you gotta pause for this Ayy, bitch, take off your drawers for this Ayy, snitch, what you gon' call this shit? I'm rich, free all my dawgs again, let's get it Yeah, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm Mm-mm-mm, mm Mm-mm-mm, you can hear them chains clickin' in this motherfucker Gang, gang, gang

(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)

(Four packets) Maybach parked outside Take up two parking spots Barely old enough to drive I been gettin' way too high Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large Everybody livin' large Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large Everybody livin' large Started from the bottom, now the condo so big I don't see nobody Pink toes, long hair, runnin' 'round the lobby Livin' large every day like I hit the lottery, livin' large Five star restaurants Watchin' Floyd fight, we in the front Hawks game, we on the floor Niggas' bitches dirty bird me, Julio Take my dogs all around the globe Shooters with me, they go everywhere I go Stickin' to the code, ain't gon' never fold I'ma stand up like a man, that's what I was told Hoppin' off a plane fresh as fuck, screamin', "Free Steve" We done had a damn good year, you wouldn't believe I done counted a whole million cash with my bare hands Dashboard say two twenty-five, I'm 'bout to do it Percocet and molly on my ass, I'm 'bout to lose it We been countin' cash for three hours, gettin' to it I don't care if they never found the body, I don't watch the news So much money on the floor like we just left a move Shoot-outs in broad day with the cops Nigga it ain't safe on my block (it ain't safe on my block) Nigga came a long way from rocks I can not go home without the guap We got Glocks tucked in the stash spot We don't stop at stop signs, I'ma keep going Man they killed my dawg over nothing, we was too cool Remember gettin' that J to check us in when we was in high school Hellcat goin' real fast Hopin' I don't crash, I'm just tryna stay focused

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)