You know I don't like nothin' but my own way
(Red Dead, I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bruh)
Ain't tryna make friends with none of you lame-ass niggas

Uh
Stayed down and took time, I had to grind just to make it here
I can feel a bitch nigga hatin' in the atmosphere
See me at the function, guarantee there's a gun in here
Shinin' like a light 'cause my neck and wrist a chandelier
Hitters in the cut, take somethin', boy, I double dare you
Drive the Hellcat like a bike, I'm a stunt devil
If you talkin' down behind my back, then you know better
Woah (let's go)
Blue and green bullets in the clip like a Roman candle
Off-White shoes like I stepped in some Arm & Hammer
Spaceship coupe, she like, "Damn, where the double handle?"
Poppin' my shit, they like, "Damn, he ain't got no manners"
Say he got the 'bows, we gon' pull up, make 'em unhandle
Heard he got a bag, but he fumbled, he got no handles
The hood show me love, treat me like I'm Tony Montana

Thumbin' through a hundred with no money counter
Boy, don't make me mad, with this bread, throw a temper tantrum
Bitches on my dick 'cause I'm livin' better
Balenciaga shoes, hell nah, these ain't Margiela
Water on my wrist, better check the weather
Remember I was lost in the streets dancin' with the devil
Grandma always said I'ma be special
Now I get paid just to talk up on the beat, nigga
I don't want the bag if it's seeds in 'em
Came a long way from bumper cars with the keys in 'em
He a bitch, he gon' fold, I can see it in him
Gon' knock 'em off, ain't no playin' Malcolm in the middle
I ain't come to talk, I ain't squashin' beef with no nigga
Put the money in the vault, run the bread up with no feeling
Can't trust a ho, tell a bitch I want no dealings
When I'm on the stage, guaranteed I got my pole with me (let's go)

Uh
Stayed down and took time, I had to grind just to make it here
I can feel a bitch nigga hatin' in the atmosphere
See me at the function, guarantee there's a gun in here
Shinin' like a light 'cause my neck and wrist a chandelier
Hitters in the cut, take somethin', boy, I double dare you
Drive the Hellcat like a bike, I'm a stunt devil
If you talkin' down behind my back, then you know better
Woah (let's go)
Blue and green bullets in the clip like a Roman candle
Off-White shoes like I stepped in some Arm & Hammer
Spaceship coupe, she like, "Damn, where the double handle?"
Poppin' my shit, they like, "Damn, he ain't got no manners"
Say he got the 'bows, we gon' pull up, make 'em unhandle
Heard he got a bag, but he fumbled, he got no handles
The hood show me love, treat me like I'm Tony Montana

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Alexander Woods, Jorres Nelson, Radric Delantic Davis, Ryan O'neill