Yeah
Fuck is you doing, nigga?
Bainz in the building with me
Yeah
(Leek, that's fye right there)
Let's go

You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole label rich, ain't nobody on E
Don't do no cappin', I came out them streets
It could be cold, gotta ride with the heat
He think he gangster, gon' die when we met
Don't got no bitch, but I keep 'em on fleek
I was just brakin' from 12 on the block
Now we gettin' paid just to go on the stage

YSL boss, I was broke, now I'm paid
Twin on my face that got caught in the raid
I'm tryna free all my dawgs out the cage
Give me a year, I'ma cop me a maze
Stay in the mall, call it stuck in my ways
I don't play games, but I damn sure make plays
Plus if I start it, I know I'ma finish
She want a body and I want a milli'
Robbin' and killin'
Home of the murderers and some of the realest
I just be chillin', can't get in my feelings
They know I'm hard but don't wanna admit
Niggas be hatin', but I still go and get it
I'm in the trap, that bitch sendin' me titties
My SL loaded, and yeah, I'm committed
Bitch, it don't count if you broke and you pretty (nah)
Walk in the mall, ballin', John Wall
She keep on texting, I'm missin' her call (brrt)
Dodging the bullshit, I can't fuck with at all (hello?)
Air they ass out, now they callin' the law
I want the plain Richard Millie, I don't want no Patek
Pissed off on IG but don't want no static
Elliot jewelry, my water Atlantic
Geeked out my mind on a whole 'nother planet

You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole label rich, ain't nobody on E
Don't do no cappin', I came out them streets
It could be cold, gotta ride with the heat
He think he gangster, gon' die when we met
Don't got no bitch but I keep 'em on fleek
I was just brakin' from 12 on the block
Now we gettin' paid just to go on the stage

Catch him and chop off his limbs
Sippin' these pints and I'm poppin' these pills
I keep the baddest lil' thotties
I pop the Addy, I'm out of my body
This ain't court, we don't judge bitches for bodies
I was too high, I just slept in the lobby
Put it on, post it, I know they gon' copy
I told her pull up and she got excited
Free my lil' dawg, when he just got indicted
I'm ready to crash out, ain't startin' a riot
I really came out the jungle with lions
Speak on my name and them bullets, they flyin'
Stay down and ran that shit up out the gate
Traps keep on callin', they don't wanna wait
Spot in L.A. and it came with a maid
I'm quarantine clean, now the money well made

You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole label rich, ain't nobody on E
Don't do no cappin', I came out them streets
It could be cold, gotta ride with the heat
He think he gangster, gon' die when we met
Don't got no bitch but I keep 'em on fleek
I was just brakin' from 12 on the block
Now we gettin' paid just to go on the stage

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Arnold Martinez