[Intro]
Yeah, spend a bag, make it back, it's too easy
[?]
I-I-I poured a line in my cup, now I'm leanin' (C'mon)

[Chorus]
FN, rip him to pieces
Back door open, we leavin' 'em bleedin' (Skrrt)
Huh, son said to go up, it's my season (Yeah)
(Thanks, Zuko)
I'm on that time, 'cause they gave me a reason
Let do it, I'm on the top floor, top dog
Known to take fuck n***as tops off, top five
Slump put that boy on the news, Fox 5
Rich n***a, I'm countin' chicken, Popeyes
Huh, bitch tryna fuck when we locked eyes
Chop in that SRT, this shit got frog eyes
Huh, I shop a lot at the mall, type (Yeah)
I fucked this bitch off the Pеrc', I went all night

[Verse 1]
I do this shit like three times, gеt the song right
Huh, freestyle shit, bitch I don't write
Chief Keef, whole bunch of shit that I don't like
Repeat, y'all n***as copies of me
Put a Mexican ho in her place, shawty shakin' that ass, like maracas on me
Got a Glock in my hand, ain't no talkin' with me
When I walk in the store, like it's park, I'ma green
Me-Me and the whole gang havin'
FaceTime with that bitch, I ain't tryna smash it
Three-hundred a zip, I ain't tryna match it
I'm rich as a bitch, racks stuffed in the mattress
Young n***a, I walk to the bank really laughin'
Sippin' on Wock', but I'm missin' the Addy
I drop off a hit, like a Amazon package
Racks stuffed in my pants, that's why I'm really saggin'
I'm smokin' on top shelf, bitch, off the pound
We just copped the black truck, we get around
Only smoke fat blunts, I'm rollin' loud
C'mon, I-I-I don't even got preform
I been practicin' this, every shot with the form
Rocks on my neck, coppin' shit when I'm bored
Real shit, top dog, he been on the board
No bitch, pray to me like I'm the Lord
Lil' 6, I done ran up six figures, lil' bitch, I'm a millionaire (Woo)
You ain't got no type of drip, you can't get in there (Woo)
Diamonds hypnotic, that bitch tryna sit and stare (Woo)
I'm at the show, on the stage gettin' lit as hell (Woo)
Huh, I can't fuck with that ho 'cause she kiss and tell (Woo)
Yeah, in my bag, this shit deep, like a wishing well
Uh, push up, I got heat, I'ma wish him well
That lil' boy want a feat', tell him, "Hit the Zelle"
R-R-Racks ain't nothin' to me, I keep thumbin' up
Yeah, yo bitch good with the head, but she dumb as fuck
Huh, sippin' green, that lil' boy runnin' out of luck
F-F-Fuck, what they mean? I get racks, let me count it up
Uh-huh, pour the drank in my cup, got me actin' up
If I fuck that bih', cuh, I like her, she back it up
Walk down gang, he keep ridin', we pack him up
New tennis chain on my neck, like a racket, uh-huh
[Bridge]
Yeah, [?]

[Chorus]
FN, rip him to pieces
Back door open, we leavin' 'em bleedin'
Huh, son said to go up, it's my season
I'm on that time, 'cause they gave me a reason
Let do it, I-I-I'm on the top floor, top dog
Known to take fuck n***as tops off, top five
Slump put that boy on the news, Fox 5
Rich n***a, I'm countin' chicken, Popeyes
Huh, b-b-bitch tryna fuck when we locked eyes
Chop in that SRT, this shit got frog eyes
Huh, I-I-I shop a lot at the mall, type
I fucked this bitch off the Perc', I went all night

[Verse 2]
I got all type of carat diamonds, yeah, what you want do?
I-I-I put her lip on top of that chain, got her wet like a pool
I'm with my gang, n***a who you?
I'm rockin' new Prada boots with the Trues
N***a want warfare, call up the troops
Twin set up that plan, that's "Blue 42" (C'mon)

[Outro]
Skrrt
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
You ain't got no type of drip, you can't get in there