Tired of n*ggas flexing little blowers them is track guns
Flexing petty ass one's them is not hunds, you n*ggas love being broke it is not fun, shake that ass lil b*tch you a rat haaan ( 2X )
Seven days a week b*tch i need my blue strips, talking tuff but in person never do sh*t
Nerd n*gga got stripped for his new sh*t, tucked off getting bands on some smoov sh*t
My n*ggas really in the field Babe Ruth b*tch, no track guns just long chops like pool sticks
Sipping on this juice moving slow like the matrix, i f*ck with bad b*tches with dough, nothing basic
Kicking all this flavor little b*tch i know you taste it, feeling like Drakeo hitting gates in these maison's
Slide through the telly then yo ass getting painted, can't wait to call moms just to tell her that i made it
Thick b*tch in the function she ain't scared shake it, ima bleed the b*tch for the franklins, not playing
Most these n*ggas rats, all I'm saying, b*tch I'm really trying touch a mill so I'm praying, I'm praying
223 bullets smack a n*gga in his biceps, trying cool with Ralfy smoke good cooks, sip hi-tec b*tch
You n*ggas really cuffing eaters, hollow tips box a n*gga 5 dollar Caesars
When it come to money n*ggas know that I'm eager, n*ggas know that I'm eager
When it come to money n*ggas know that I'm eager, n*ggas know that I'm eager AYE!
Tired of n*ggas flexing little blowers them is track guns
Flexing petty ass one's them is not hunds, you n*ggas love being broke it is not fun, shake that ass lil b*tch you a rat haaan ( 2X )
I need some chilli, bop bop b*tch i need a milly
I ain't want to f*ck yo b*tch because she hella filthy, I'm sending smoke to these n*ggas like a f*cking chimney
We rolling fat woods only, can't roll no skimpy's, grammy's on my neck you see the boogers to
Im finna blow a n*gga down like i play the flute, every time i touch the dough I'm getting deja vu
These n*ggas really mad because my team be touching hella blues, Balling on these older n*ggas they didn't see me coming (Hmm), dunking on these n*ggas like Demarcus Cousins (Hmm)
b*tch get out my face, where the bands you touching?
I bled the b*tch out her chilli and her favorite cousin, we OT chasing bands be we really thugging
Diamonds got a n*gga crying like he cutting onions, you n*ggas ain't poe'n nothing but some f*cking tussin
All them franco's and cuban's you better tuck'em
Tired of n*ggas flexing little blowers them is track guns
Flexing petty ass one's them is not hunds, you n*ggas love being broke it is not fun, shake that ass lil b*tch you a rat haaan ( 2X )