[Verse]
[?], this ain't Old Navy
Balenciaga, these ain’t looks, bitch my drip crazy
I be on mics like drum man paid me
Spend about 10 just this month, my cleat game made me
Wore the same pants all week, they ain't even notice
Fucked 3 bitches in one night, off the beans I'm loaded
Kick the quick one on the Johnny’s almost hit a building
I got these n***as play running, y'all are all my children
Opps got cameras on their block, cars by the building
They ain't stopping my lil' n***as from doing no spending
I had a 50 ball and guns before the pandemic
I was on sicklings before [?] tequila was mixing
Watch your tone before them straps leave them Gucci bags
Hide your bitch before I hand her ass a nut rag
Bitch screaming my name Trey like DJ 1st tag
Shout out the women out there fucking through their Cashapp
That mean green knocked me out like I had Jetlag
One year later, I'm still spending that EMPIRE bag
I'm sick of n***as throwing slugs on their Twitter rant
When halftime open up, on Dame you n***as getting slapped
Kicked, spit on, suplex, bitch smack
Might even DDT shit, I'm on n***a's necks
2 hours later I’m off molly in a trippy [?]
This ain’t the same in my head when I was in Sacramento
I be saying shit you n***as afraid to say
Above all, actually by the 22nd way
Piece for piece, tree to tree, all through alleyway
It's been a minute, but I’m still the king of the blade
Now if if was a hundred dollar bill
Your goofy ass would be sittting on a mil'
Now if I ever go broke or go paralyzed
Banks getting robbed, you getting stripped in [?]

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