[Intro] Woah, woah I got sum for these niggas (Woah), I got sum for these hoes (Woah) **** the internet (Woah), I know my pole never see a troll (Woah) Beatin out her back, you would've thought that this bitch stole (Woah) Princess [?], go (Woah) His diamonds not shinin' (Woah) My whole chain hit harder then yours, you gotta check them diamonds (Woah) Neck on froze, everytime i walk in the room, i switch the climate (Woah) Gun's are mine, I don't know [?], lookin, find it God, [my grills?], iconic She don't talk bout shit, she shinin' Wake up, [?], bonnet She a freak, want morning sex Money free, want more than a chеck Money geek, I been [?] This one chain costs a band Take his chain, I was Armstrong, Lancе Now I'm jiggin, off X **** the clothes, I'm tryna own land **** these hoes, tryna stay focused She a Flower Bomb, yea, Lotus Alien, and Paul, no Logan What I stay with twin, like Drake These niggas keep rappin bout Drac's I'm pushing up with 308's Glock 40, my shirt, on my waist I **** with that bitch, she got taste She know that [?] She don't know that I'm stayin with danger Hairy coconut, her pussy amazing Playin' cool, but her pussy the one I already had 'em kick them out the spot, them bitches wasn't talkin bout nun I'm makin her roll up my blunt Can't kick it up, no, you can not punt No Yves, the Saint Laurent Got paper, I'm rollin my blunt Bend it over I split on my cunt Would've thought I was lickin the blunt No crew, I do my own stunts YVL, yea this how I front [Verse] Wake up, F1LTHY She said she wanna **** a rockstar, yeah Say so, these niggas not hard, yeah Tell me more, we came way too far, yeah She like Xans and coke, girl, tell me where you get this addiction (Yeah) Tell me what's the problem, is it somethin' that I'm missin'? (Yeah) I swear, I'm so done with these same bitches (Yeah) She talk behind her friend back, it be them mean bitches (Yeah) Said she won't talk to ya, you ain't got a mean wrist You gotta have a mil', she can even spot a real Richard Real expensive, this iced-out bitch, a blizzard Now I cut you off, before I ever conversate with you Chrome Hearts up, tatted, [?], I don't wanna converse with you 10K for the Rick Owens blazer, and we bump shit like arcader Can't see me on your rader, give a ****, I'll never date her This shit comin in, addin' up, where yo calculator? GTSE Benz, stick on me, yeah that's how I spin Glock'd, I can't let you know, I can't let you in I can't let a bitch let me down, no not again