I just write another song, get the cash and then bounce
I’m with assassins about, what you chattin’ about? (Huh?)
Don’t be lackin’ about (Huh?), if we catch you, you’re out (Yeah)
I got crack in the drought, and, I’m back in the—
‘Member they tried to make a move, but it didn’t go (No)
Got some shoes and then some clothes like it’s a movie with the bros (Hahaha)
But all that shit was cap, now your movements lookin’ broke
And, recently, they got more funerals to go than studios and shows (Fair)
I can swipe my card and get a house off music and the flows
It’s got some magic only Yugio would know
I tell my guys, “Go get ’em,” then you best hide your melon
Call my Porsche, “The Terrorist,” ’cause it’s the 911 (911)
In the trap with a square gettin’ prepared like a surgeon (Surgeon)
I wash white [?] and fairy detergent
Goin’ hard, so hard like it’s my scariest version
Why them boys don’t wanna eat like they got hairs in their burgers?
It’s gettin’ silly (Silly), what I pay for these burners, I maid millys (Millys)
But, the last M that I made was a murder (Murder)
No debatin’ it further
They got grip fast and [?] their learners (Clowns)
Fuck Netflix, see my dargs if you wanna learn how to get away with ’em
H-H-Heard them Demons found me (Found me)
Put the loan down on the car, that boy had been around me (‘Round me)
And, I just waited for him to drop like I need his album (Need it)
Then he dropped, and I liked how that piece was soundin’
Cars that cost houses is what I speed around in (Yeah)
Got cash in the bank, got cash in the house (House)
G-Got cash on the Westside got cash in the South (Southside)
The Bentega was one-ninety, and I’m cashin’ it out (Cashin’ it out)
And if I write this one off, it’s like crashin’ a house (‘Crashin’ a house)
Man, it gets crazy in this Instagram world
Would’ve thought I was a fed the amount of time I came and nicked a man’s girl
But, I don’t cuff them, the next mornin’ I give them back bail
Then they commit more crime, tryna get back in that damn cell (Uh)
I-I been relevant for years (Years)
And the evidence is clear (It’s clear)
Richard Mille chandelier, I ain’t close to stoppin’
Certain niggas couldn’t even have a open coffin (Nah)
Due to how many time my fuckin’ broski shot him (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
Diamond in the dirt (Dirt), them people found me in the ground (Ground)
Now, I buy diamonds they find in the dirt and proudly put them down (Down)
Six carat, minor, found a hundred thousand in the ground
Turned so much Cocaine to oil that the Saudis would be proud
Yo, I’m still grindin’, no, I ain’t got no time to be braggin’
So, I ain’t on my block, you can find me in Hatton
Been tryna reach the top, feel like it finally happened
Now, my short little thot gotta climb in the waggon
H-H-Heard them Demons found me (Found me)
Put the loan down on the car, that boy had been around me (‘Round me)
And, I just waited for him to drop like I need his album (Need it)
Then he dropped, and I liked how that piece was soundin’
Cars that cost houses is what I speed around in (Yeah)
Got cash in the bank, got cash in the house (House)
G-Got cash on the Westside got cash in the South (Southside)
The Bentega was one-ninety, and I’m cashin’ it out (Cashin’ it out)
And if I write this one off, it’s like crashin’ a house (‘Crashin’ a house)
I just write another song, get the cash and then bounce
I’m with assassins about, what you chattin’ about? (Huh?)
Don’t be lackin’ about (Huh?), if we catch you, you’re out (Yeah)
I got crack in the drought, and, I’m back in the—
And I’m back, let me hear that
