Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Daytrip took it to 10, hey)
Ayy

Bad bitch, she know I'm the bomb, I might have a son and I'ma name him grenade
Told 'em I was bein' framed, they didn't respond, now I'm in the back of the Wraith
Smoke Gelato 41, I cough up my lungs, I gotta get high everyday
Ain't the type to lose, ain't talkin' by keyboard, I need to go back outer space
Spend a thousand on Balenci' Track Runners, watch how I walk in this bitch
See somemthin' I want and I fly her in, and don't even talk to the bitch
Cost a pair of Amiris to make them youngins spin, I'm bettin' my pockets on this
And my music seen and never topped the list, bet every hood gon' hear it

Dirty money, tried to clean it, but that Lysol ain't work
I was posted in them trenches while my grandma was at church
Told me what happened to Slim, I feel like no one had to serve
But since they did that shit to you, I feel like everybody do

They keep us afraid, and ain't put in no work
I'm still tryna see what the lil' nigga worth
Like fuck all the traffic, get put on the shelf
It don't happen soon, I'ma do it myself
My diamonds they cold like ice cream
Remember back then they told me my dreams would melt
Niggas ain't playin' they part
'Fore I go back to jail, I'ma catch him and aim at his hair
Throw me in the jungle, don't worry
You need to be scared for the lions, and tigers and bears
Don't do no leg shots, I drop fourteen racks in Seattle like DK Metcalf
That shit you flexin' with, I spend that shit in three days
Wanna be rich like Russell, mama said, "You will son, one day"

Bad bitch, she know I'm the bomb, I might have a son and I'ma name him grenade
Told 'em I was bein' framed, they didn't respond, now I'm in the back of the Wraith
Smoke Gelato 41, I cough up my lungs, I gotta get high everyday
Ain't the type to lose, ain't talkin' by keyboard, I need to go back outer space
Spend a thousand on Balenci' Track Runners, watch how I walk in this bitch
See somemthin' I want and I fly her in, and don't even talk to the bitch
Cost a pair of Amiris to make them youngins spin, I'm bettin' my pockets on this
And my music seen and never topped the list, bet every hood gon' hear it

Dirty money, tried to clean it, but that Lysol ain't work
I was posted in them trenches while my grandma was at church
Told me what happened to Slim, I feel like no one had to serve
But since they did that shit to you, I feel like everybody do
My diamonds they cold like ice cream
Remember back then they told me my dreams would melt
Niggas ain't playin' they part
'Fore I go back to jail, I'ma catch him and aim at his hair
Throw me in the jungle, don't worry
You need to be scared for the lions, and tigers and bears
Don't do no leg shots, I drop fourteen racks in Seattle like DK Metcalf
That shit you flexin' with, I spend that shit in three days
Wanna be rich like Russell, mama said, "You will son, one day"

Bad bitch, she know I'm the bomb, I might have a son and I'ma name him grenade
Told 'em I was bein' framed, they didn't respond, now I'm in the back of the Wraith
Smoke Gelato 41, I cough up my lungs, I gotta get high everyday
Ain't the type to lose, ain't talkin' by keyboard, I need to go back outer space
Spend a thousand on Balenci' Track Runners, watch how I walk in this bitch
See somemthin' I want and I fly her in, and don't even talk to the bitch
Cost a pair of Amiris to make them youngins spin, I'm bettin' my pockets on this
And my music seen and never topped the list, bet every hood gon' hear it

(Daytrip took it to 10, hey)

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Blake Slatkin, David Biral, Denzel Baptiste, Kobe Crawford