(Flexin' on that bitch, hol' up)
Know it's either us or them
And we'd never fuck with them
(FOREVEROLLING)

Ten thou' in the Benz, two hunnid all in the Ford
Five hunnid cash, no rent, baby, it's yours
Jet to the moon when I get bored
"You still got your rose Patek, Doggy Bone?" Of course
Twelve hunnid the horse
Nine hunnid the torque (skrrt)
Light tap the pedal and watch this bitch twerk
Lot of shit niggas doin', I was doin' it first
Like puttin' niggas on shirts, sellin' it like it's merch
Free GottiBandz and Dirt, no, I don't fuck with no Percs
Niggas won't buy a bag, but niggas'll buy a purse
I guess 'cause I'm turnt, I'm 'posed to go through the worst
Val got me in church, co-signin' the service
All my Sprites dirty, twenty-three with a thirty
No attempts for me, I only been doin' murders
Tommy went through the weed and Money went through the Gerber
He ain't with us, then search him, strip him, fuck niggas
Promethazine in my soda like, "Fuck liquor"

Yeah, half a ticket on my neck, this a Lamb', not a 'Vette
She wanna be my bitch, make her sit on it, and fetch
In two friends' group text, "Doggy, hit 'em next"
And we was beefin' with him 'til we seen he was a rat
And last opp died, y'all ain't slide yet
And last I cried, whole squads got wet
I heard niggas' words wasn't shit on they block
I really run my city if I'm rappin' or I'm not

Yeah, I seen a dumb nigga, make a livin' out the pot
I'm a seven-figure nigga, I ain't sleepin' on no cot
A half a million and killers come get it while it's hot
And me and your nigga more than different, bae, he an opp
And he don't know the feelin' 200K on a watch
He only know the feelin' 200K on his top
I'm 'posed to believe y'all killers, all them attempteds?
I made shit get missing all while becomin' the richest
I heard about through word of mouth, how you couldn't stack attention
You puttin' 'em in danger, you livin' with all them bitches
I told her, "I got five grand, here, go start a business"
And since we got up with you, that should let you know she did it
Don't care how many chains y'all give him, he not official
Get every single drop you can find, I got a nickel

Yeah, half a ticket on my neck, this a Lamb', not a 'Vette
She wanna be my bitch, make her sit on it, and fetch
In two friends' group text, "Doggy, hit 'em next"
And we was beefin' with him 'til we seen he was a rat
And last opp died, y'all ain't slide yet
And last I cried, whole squads got wet
I heard niggas' words wasn't shit on they block
I really run my city if I'm rappin' or I'm not

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Aaron Butler, Dion Hayes, George Stone, Henning Gruschow, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr.