Reality Check

[Intro]
Ha ha

[Verse 1:]
Just took our racks from da muhfuckin' bank
Me & twin flow with da teller
Pour out the lean on AMG leather
I get fly, you still need a propeller

Tap in with a white hoe, she came from LA
Ain't no regular AMG this bitch a coupe
Choppa gon' hang from da muhfuckin' roof
Da choppa play tag and it's aimin' at you

Spin through your gang nigga watchu gon' do?
Y'all be sayin' y'all gon spin, we waiting on who?
Number 1 on da trust, flyin' higher than you
You ain't gettin' no money lil boy you luh stoopid

Before you gon' talk on my name nigga gimme my swag back, gimme my flow back
Broke ass nigga you dont even live that
Heard your bitch bro got took, we on his pack
All da cap in yo rap nigga get dat
Ayo Molly just got him a new tag
Say you got money but nigga that's big cap
Niggas paying on promo on freshman
Like Cordale caught da perk with my left hand
Put on Saint Baby nah he just a yes man

Niggas keep dropping my name for attention
I don't beef on it that's why I just been quiet
223 bullets gon' send like a chior
I call up my goons I'm too pretty to fight

That boy TZ ain't fuck with da opp
Me & young Molly sip drank at da top
Still sippin' codeine I love it a lot
Shout out to Zaza, still love him a lot
My buddy Tanka can't fit in da lot
I used the left hand, beat up da pot

I feel like Ray J I hit it first so that shit don't matter
Niggas gon' face [?] bitch I been [?]
Alla they bitches be on me like platter
I jumped to da top I didn't need me a ladder

Niggas wearing V Lone from da gram
Nigga my Chrome Heart Tee came from France
I know you mad this that 101 swag
I just fell asleep on my Goyard bag