Luka Doncic

Really trap-made, I been lived that shit
Y'all get on the song and just fuckin' talk y'all ass off
Like we can't tell the fucking difference
It's a difference between being a capper and a street boss

They like "Toka like to spend," bitch, my chain cost a ten
I'm up damn near an M, selling boy and that tan
Got a different hoe for every area code that I stay in
I'm at the top floor of the Hilton, yo ass at the bottom begging
At my mansion in that Maybach, have my driver back it in
Toka get it all in bundles, I just hit them and they twins
My Buffs on They ain't go' see who hit him through this lens
Bitch, that's your fault—how you ain't see us creeping in that 5 percent?
Highlight of the century, bitch, I just made ESPN
They say, "Damn, when you getting finished?" Dawg, I ain't even begin
Spun around, missed everything—fuck was y'all even trying to hit?
Walk out the bank, pocket stuffed as fuck, bitch say I'm the shit
Roll that thoinky, hop in the booth, then that's when I lock in
Everybody shut the fuck up when Toka punching in
Yo ass is a sucker—what you know about businessmen?
I ride around with a cutter, turning glass straight into sand

Boy, don't try me—put you six feet
My G-43 bumping like this fuckin' beat
If you want some last words, then, bitch, you better speak
Toka saying facts—yeah, I preach like a priest

Me and your bitch? Like the Beauty and the Beast
We gon' make a movie, then I tell her clean the sheets
If she don't pick the brick up, then that bitch for the streets
This white boy running trap—I'm like Luka Dončić
Get on the court, break the rim—MVP of the league
They talking 'bout aura, dawg, but I got the steeze
My diamonds too cold—damn, made your bitch sneeze
This AK go through houses, and that bitch’ll take down a tree
I just hit the set with that check, fucked up the whole mall
Who the fuck is they? Like, no, we do not know y’all
If I was a fish, I’d swim—a bug? Then I’d probably crawl
My bitch got way too mad at me, probably 'cause I ain’t answer her call
If I’m the king, then I’m goin' down before I let my throne fall
My lawyer beat the case every time—Better Call Saul
In that peanut butter Cutlass, cutting up, I got them appalled
They like, “Damn, Toka, you’re shining bright as hell, just like a star.”

Boy, don't try me—put you six feet
My G-43 bumping like this fuckin' beat
If you want some last words, then, bitch, you better speak
Toka saying facts—yeah, I preach like a priest