[Intro]
Gang
RTB, nigga
Come on
[Verse]
Juggin' and finessing, I just got another thirty-ball (Bands)
Helen Keller to the opps, I never heard of y'all
He was dissin' on them tweets and now he dead, a birdie called (Okay)
I thought I seen him on TV, why he servin' y'all? (Why?)
Brodie put a switch on his blick, now he hurtin' y'all
She off a ten in the kitchen, damn, she finna burn the dog (Burn it all)
Niggas gettin' stingy with the rock, I had to learn to hog (Uh-huh)
I came in runnin' game, I ain't learn to crawl (RTB)
Really finna take over my 'migos like I'm Offset (Yeah)
Told her, "Baby, get up on the tеam 'fore my stock jet"
Girl, you know you fuckin' with the G.O.A.T., this ain't StockX
Yеah, I'm the hottest in the city, I ain't dropped yet
Bitch want my cock, bet, told her ass, "Not yet"
Leanin' off the Act' right, I ain't touch the Wock' yet
Riding in a Lam-scam, these is not 'Vettes
I just bought some Dior 22s, don't know the cost yet (Go)
I'm Gucci, Louis, Prada, my nigga, he swiped a fifteen
I ain't trippin' that you slid up in her DM 'cause my bitch mean (No, for real)
I'm blackin' out, I'm seein' red, tryna get green
And I ain't worried 'bout no threats 'cause this blick heem
Finessed the— Alright, yeah
Finessed the Chrome Heart with the Raf Simons, yeah, the ripped jeans
Your bitch love the way I dress, I ain't worried 'bout no drip team (Yeah)
Young nigga smackin' bad hoes, I was sixteen
She got a Ford, I can't focus (Come on)
But her pussy bomb, had to hit her in the lotus (Come on)
I just hit her mom, pray to God she don't notice (Come on)
My white boy got eleven straps like Sabonis (Yeah)
Fuck 12, that's a bonus
We gon' pull up with them sticks for a band like a Jonas (Jonas Bros)
Get your main bitch out the crib, she tried to bone us
I got a Lam' and it ain't shit, yeah, I own it (Yeah)
Only the fam' and we got sticks for opponents (Yeah)
Told her when she go and get the bag, bring it faster (Like come on)
Switches on the Glock, have the mag singin' after
I heard you ate her booty, you an ass-eating master (Ugh)
I'ma pull up with that iron, nigga, Hash-Slinging Slasher (Okay)
I'm tryna walk a nigga down, I ain't tryna hit no crib up
You call your girl, she decline, if I call, then she pick up
Bitch, I'm a squirrel, I ain't even tryna chill, I want a quick nut (Yeah)
But her mouth was tiny, she couldn't even get the tip up
Me and Chum really Wockstars, we finna sip up (Wockstars)
Really travel with them green beams, they tried to trip us
Ridin' 'round with that mopstick, I can't slip up, nigga
[Outro]
RTB, nigga
Gang