[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Look, n***a

[Verse]
Lil' n***a sendin' shots like he CP
Baby want the lo', tell her pull up to the bnb
Big bombs 'round this bitch, n***a TNT
I ain't seen your texts, little babe, I'm on DND
I'm finna drop a new tape, fuck a EP
Hits back-to-back, they gon' have this bitch on repeat
I'm so high in this bitch, I could see Jesus
N***as fallin' out with their brothers over three G's
They blowin' up overnight off of TikTok
Sippin' hella juice every day and ain't shit stop
This n***a tellin' hella jokes like he Chris Rock
Friendly-ass bitch come around and get your bitch knocked
I'm fresh as fuck, when I step it's a good day
Forty thousand off the back, that's a good play (Yeah)
And if it drop berry shell, this a good K
Don't ever write me 'bout a bitch with some good face (N***a)
See I was doin' kind of bad, but I feel good (Lil' n***a)
A n***a livin' in the 'burbs but I'm still hood
And real n***as really die 'cause they kill shit (Ayy)
And when it come to gettin' money, shit, she real good (Bitch)
A leather coat, vintage shirt with a crossbow
Fifty what? Sixty seven on my fist clothes
I had to switch the whole style, I do big clothes
This n***a mad at the game 'cause his bitch chose
This n***a mad at the game, he won't get back
5K for a feature, I don't chit chat
Somebody tell them fuck n***as get their lick back
And every state I touch down, you know I'm plugged in (Plugged in)
And I be movin' to the neck like, "Fuck friends" (Ayy)
I catch a n***a talkin' out, he gettin' tucked in
You know a n***a keep blues like the BlucksClan (Lil' n***a)
I know some young turn n***as that'll crash out (Uh-huh)
I told them wait until I put them on the cash route
And feed the kids, you can show them what their dad 'bout
Bitch, I seen so much money I done passed out
And fuck a ghost writer, we finna top charge
Two sticks for one short like a Pop Tart
My brother only want to rap off the Wockhardt
My lil' cousin seen thirty off of Lombard