[Intro]
(That n***a, Mir made the beat, here we go again)
Ayy

[Verse]
And this a big body Benz
I'm better off alone, I ain't coming with no friends
A brand new Glock, yeah, this a fifth-gen
I done did so many skits, my new name Big Spin
I ain't never chased the bitch, all these n***as chasin' clout
And this ain't Casamigos when your bitch opened her mouth
It's money on the floor, I just found another route
They say I'm underrated 'til I buy another house
A island in the kitchen, finna pay the master chef
And I'ma chase some chicken 'til I take my last breath
I'm better off alone, but I'm still from the set
They tryna say they love me, but I'm steel to the neck
I'm finna shoot a vid, I just gotta grab some juice
They tappin' all the phones, hopin' they could find a clue
They see me all on tour, bitch, this show thirty-two
Them sold-out dates, me and brother got the juice
Now every time I stop, I'ma have to take a picture
Quagen or the Tris, I don't really drink liquor
Auntie count me out, she said I had a bad temper
Now we sellin' out shows from December to December
N***a, I'm gettin' lost in this cup
I fell out with some members, I been feelin' like it's up
Nobody see the grind, they be feelin' like it's luck
If I can't trust a friend, who the fuck I'm 'posed to trust?
Huh, n***a, it's me and baby back-bo-back
Them people watchin', n***a tryna catch me with the strap
My cousin hella young, but he tryna catch a hat
It ain't no tuck spot, he got that bitch on his lap
Look, the penthouse got the loft
I'm out the way with my rich partner playin' golf
Some old-school drip, this a shirt by Lacoste
This n***a mad at me 'cause he thirty and he lost
It's 2024, if you broke, that's a choice
Brother, I'm the face of this shit and you the voice
I just wanna drop a whole six in a Royce
We made it out the trenches, we ain't really have a choice
It ain't no goin' back when your house behind the gate
These n***as just now gettin' hip, they too late
The chopper got a grip, when I squeeze it, it'll shake
I dropped two EPs, now they finna get the tape
Just rolled another 'Wood, I'ma smoke it to the face
They left a n***a dead and they barely left a trace
It hurt to see me win like I'm sprayin' hella mace
Every time I go to sleep, I dream of yellow tape
And I don't got no feelings, I just poured 'em in the Sprite
I'm swervin' through the city, I ain't stoppin' at no lights
This n***a speakin' on me, better pray he got his pipe
They got a n***a gone, that shit got me feelin' right