This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever Switchin' bezels every level Me and Cinco push that two-door coupe Ain't none of this shit rented Servin' vicious, fuck your favorite rapper, hope he get offended I was trippin' off that hoe before, but promise I ain't trippin' I was trippin' off them Ksubi jeans, but now my closet drippin' (designer) Got a bag and I couldn't be prouder (nah) Drop a song and your status went nada (nah) In the booth if I'm tryna get proper (yeah) I was a schoolboy just tryna get collard, greens Homie outside with Alicia, Keys I make money from mics, they make money from fiends (yeah) Root of all evil what got me 'em tickets at Regal So fuck what's illegal I'm different, I really ain't get a handout I know half of these rappers were gimmicks (on gang) I write my own lyrics, I bought my own pen All the moles 'bout all my songs, screamin', "Fuck your opinion" No need for a nigga to say that I'm winnin' It's fuck everybody, the way I been feelin' I got me a bitch and my bitch got a bitch (on God, on God) So they down for a threesome, nigga (on God) This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever Switchin' bezels every level Switch a Lambo' for a Chevy, back seat heavy from that heavy Want a bad bitch with the fetti, when she ready, bitch, I'm ready Fuck the sex, I want that Becky, gimme Becky if you let me I whip slow, my cook game steady, turn that boy into spaghetti I could ask a partner in my camp to handle somethin' They just do it like they beefin' with the dealers, uh (yeah) Bitches poppin' pussy for the same skinny nigga droppin' music Ain't nobody have belief it (yeah) Took a couple Ls, I ain't tweakin' (tweakin') I got money to help all my reasons (yeah) I got shorties from all major regions I jumped in the water and claimin' the deep end (hold on) Different Money I'm countin' on shorties I'm poundin' on I know them niggas is pissed I'ma put a new Patek on by my bitch silicone Then I'ma double again Niggas ain't solid, I don't claim a friend Because when I was knockin', you ain't let me in Niggas lose vision all over the pussy Respect the whole gang 'fore a blue Benjamin Witness, everyone say that I'm up I was stuck at the bottom, you ain't give a fuck I don't care for a bitch, I ain't searchin' for love And I ain't trust a soul if he ain't from above I ain't surfin' the wave, I got lost, fuck a brush When I got in the game, I was shit out of luck They would look at my pain and they ain't help me up If you mention my name, say, "I don't give a fuck" (bitch) This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever Switchin' bezels every level

What's up with that weed man We blowing trees Money from these hoes man That's what I need What's up with that weed man We blowing trees Money from these hoes man (ayo Schim run that shit back) They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker Clientele all on my phone I went to Venice just to bone her and end up taking shawty home I got bitches on my dick, won't leave me lone' I keep it player I ain't worried 'bout a hater they gon' talk too much (What's up with that weed man) I'm the biggest fucking guppy in the tank, lil' baby You need a ticket just to get a up in the place, lil' baby I make a ticket every city in the states, lil' baby I'm the shit prolly' how I got the stench, but lately I been on the road for the riches Tryna' double all my expenses I ain't never gon' fall of a pivot (straight up) But I'ma' prolly' be trippin' if I hear one more description About a nigga having me and some lame in the same sentence, nigga (What's up with that weed man) 'Cause I ain't even like that boy Probably couldn't even write with the boy Be mean all night to the boy Fee-fi-fo-fum, I up this (shhh) and change the height of the boy Swear they don't know me, don't wanna meet the old me They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker They try to tell me I'm a tailor, gangster, but I do it major Weed, head, but I be with bangers Why you talking to the coppers, not us Why you trynna' stop us? On them shrooms, we ain't pill poppers Wanna book me, fly me private baby Ride me baby, from the burb where they grimy baby I been looking shiny lately, what the time say? I can't even see the face Stars in the roof make her think I'm outer space They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper (yeah) Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker I got options Big 40 on my waist, feelin' cuffed I'm on gas, bitch I'm coughing, what you need though? I got hoes, pistol totin', moon walkin' till their knee's sore Drank up in my gut and in my pee hoe Shoot the shot like free throw Tryin' shit, not me though Drank's in my tee, hoe Big mac and my heat close Get popped through that peephole They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker

Two-four-seven, this phone keep buzzin' (huh?) Bitch, it's nothin' (yeah, it's nothin') Bitch, it's nothin' (bitch, it's nothin') Yeah, it's nothin' (nothing) Two-four-seven, these racks keep comin' Bitch, it's nothin' (yeah, it's nothin') Bitch, it's nothin' (uh, bitch, it's nothin') Yeah, it's nothin' Two-four-seven, there's another nigga hating, it ain't no debating My vision get clearer, them niggas keep fading, hol' up Show you how we finna play it I get me a bag, hit a foreign location Where he at? Prolly bein' complacent Where I'm at? Counting up in the basement 10 bands, 20 bands, 30 bands Hunnid bands every other occasion, uh My bitch need no beverage, uh My dick got electrons, uh Come over, give you a lesson Corrupt for class presi' 'cause I'm always present I-I do what I preach, I'm a certified reverend They dance in they seats when they notice my presence The real MVP was a lil' adolescent, got rich, and now Two-four-seven, this phone keep buzzin' (huh?) Bitch, it's nothin' (yeah, it's nothin') Bitch, it's nothin' (bitch, it's nothin') Yeah, it's nothin' (nothin') Two-four-seven, these racks keep comin' Bitch, it's nothin' (bitch, it's nothin') Bitch, it's nothin' (yeah, it's nothin') Yeah, it's nothin' Two-four-seven, this phone keep buzzin' Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Yeah, it's nothin' Two-four-seven, these racks keep comin' Bitch, it's nothin' Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Yeah, it's nothin' (uh) And they heard Mike known to get bodies at the door For sure, I don't think a nigga ever could go broke I'm on, put some, uh-uh, in my cup and watch a nigga get throat Pay the price, get no advice from any nigga, I'm grown Swipe the Visa, I won't trip about shit, I'ma leave ya (I'ma leave ya) Tell me secrets, shawty a demon She tryna get her some kids from my semen I just went crazy, life hit a 180 (180) From the shade, now everybody move shady Lifestyle turned "Fuck you, pay me" Wipe me down, lil' bitch, I'm lazy, sorry, lady I'm focused, need promotion, she just a game, need a token (token) She stroking on my, uh-uh, won't kiss and tell on some ho shit The industry my bitch and they make me feel so important They know I get shit lit, they on my phone, I had to tell 'em This bitch is buzzin' Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Yeah, it's nothin' Two-four-seven, these racks keep comin' Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Yeah, it's nothin'