[Hook]
I told you I was gon fuck yo bitch
I told you I was gon hit that lick
Told you I was gon get that check
Told you I was gon grip that tech
If n***as come with that disrespect
If n***as come with that disrespect

I told you I was gon pull up flexin
Told em I was sippin lean in Texas
I smoke good so I'm never stressin
I'm chasin money in the right direction
The Smith & Wesson be my favorite weapon
Clutch it for protection if these n***as trippin
Hollow-tips is rippin
Told these n***as I am very different, I am on a mission

[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
I told these n***as I am very different
Shootin' like the Pistons on the court
It's mister seven gram, fuck your .5
Fuck your box of Newports
I'm rollin' that gas past the torch
I got a bitch she got a Porsche
I pull up in Benz with my friends
Joogin collectin my ends
I'm joogin collectin my ends
You smell the OG in the wind
You n***as is fallin quicksand
My goons hoppin out caravans
I was a youngin bout bands
Ain't go to school for no friends
I pull up and pop at yo mans
And bend the block do it again