(Let’s get right to it)
Why you gonna slide
If you ain't gonna fuck
I pull up to the party
And they all gonna duck
You don't want heat with us
Making money so meticulous
Five years in the game
And I've just begun
Fuck fame
Better run me my funds
Turn a hating-ass motherfucker into dust

And you dress like a bum
Get your money up
I said one
Nothing's wrong with me
Two
Nothing's wrong with me
Three
Bitches in the back seat
Four
Play is all I need
Billy, come through
Stunting with a pound of weed
Smoke
Come shop with me
It's been a good-ass year
And it's only March
Hating ass smoking on delta carts
It's Billy
(Hey Ryan, pass the Henny)
(I’m feeling good)
(Now go back in)

Give dick to a bitch
And she look like Margе
Simpson, I'll turn your shirt crimson
Billy, play a bitch like a Gibson
Guitar
My bars
Come from a spaceship on Mars
I'm feeling likе the man
Fuck a bad bitch in her van
Gimme them yams, baby
Gimme them yams

Top ten humans on earth
Shorty told me that I got girth
She don't want you
You a nerd
I'm clean, no germs
I'm a man of my words
Put a verse in a hearse
Put a verse in a motherfucking hearse

I'm a comma comma comma comma comma chameleon
Billy, hit it once
Now she all in her feelings
I won't stop until the money stacked to the ceiling
And it's only the beginning
Billy
(Yeah, just let it play)