System

[Intro]
Chai!
Hehe!

[Chorus]
Sippin' on Wock, no liquor in my system
They can smoke on bands right now, no, I won't miss 'em
You talk shit like you did somethin'
Beam on the strap, we hit some
Hoes on my line tryna hit some
You're tweetin' like a lil' bitch, son
And I spaz on the track like, "Shit, son!"
You copyin' me, you my lil' son
Girl on my phone, they vixens
Car full of Tech, I'm gettin' drunk
My shoes cost a band
Got Kel-Tecs in both hands
Got drums like I'm in a band
Ridin' with sticks in a Sprinter van

[Verse 1]
Murakami, pillows all over my couch
On a few of them, now I'm finna tweak out
And I got a bag I gotta count
And I got a shooter on top of my house
I was down, no one helped me out
Now I got a big bag, had to change my route
Black gloves with a strap
Keep a shooter, no cap
I don't talk on my phone 'cause of that
Talk down, we gon' leave you in the water like Zack
Got bands when I pull up in the Ghost, all black
Got a Tec, I might pull up and hit 'em with all that
Got bands, when I spend it, I'm spendin' the whole stack
You ain't touchin' me, lil' boy, that's facts

[Verse 2]
Why you tryna fuck with me, lil' boy, you know that I'm the goat
Spent a whole bag on a Moncler coat
And I got a Moncler hoe, she gon' wear it in the house
Say I'm not havin' shooters, don't claim some shit you don't know about
You don't know me, boy, you don't know Lee
You just know lil' Leesta from 2019
With a bag on me
But I used to have nothin', no money on me
No new clothes on me
Now I got bags like groceries
Now the lil' hoes all on go for me
I put cameras outside of my home in the trees
That's 'cause I cannot trust no one
Run up on me, best keep a big gun
I just made twenty whole bands in a month
And I'm the big dad, these lil' rappers sons
Say hi to your pops
I blow a big bag when I shop
You can even see it at the time on my watch
Say that I'm lyin', finna blow and then watch

[Chorus]
Sippin' on Wock, no liquor in my system
They can smoke on bands right now, no, I won't miss 'em
You talk shit like you did somethin'
Beam on the strap, we hit some
Hoes on my line tryna hit some
You're tweetin' like a little bitch, son
And I spaz on the track like, "Shit, son!"
You copyin' me, you my lil' son
Girls on my phone, they vixens
Car full of Tech, I'm gettin' drunk
My shoes cost a band
Got Kel-Tecs in both hands
Got drums like I'm in a band
Ridin' with sticks in a Sprinter van