I’m certified trapping with that ARP
Bitch like you ignorant, bitch I ain’t got no GED
Bitch I got sleeves, half Ps, and got ARPs
I ain’t good with math bitch, but I can multiply the weed
She stuck at the Hyatt, she like “Nephew where the hell you at”?
Then she getting some money, think she fucking cause her booty fat
Bitch, my pocket fatter than your booty, that’s a fucking fact
I showed her twenty thousand now she started talking matching tats

I’m in the booth right now bitch, I’m blacking back to back
I cut a thousand bitches off, I still can’t cut the act
She’s like “what’s more important?”, I’m like: “my backwoods.”
You got both your parents bitch, why you acting hood?

I robbed people, sold crack, I’m from a real hood
Skinny n***a pulling up like dark skin Suge
[?] boy stole my swag, I’ve been stealing cars
Them n***as backyardigans, they still in the yard
Taylor Swift cocaine, I’m trying to shake it off
I’m beefing with child support, I can’t fuck you raw
Bitch on my dick, cause Rihanna shared my song
Bitch my girl like robbing niggers that was all along
If I tell you line that lick up then play along
A n***a bitch in the shower trying to sing my song
I pull up with a fork I’m trying to get it on
My asian bitch pull up looking like she [Jamie Chong?]
I don’t need a deal, my daughter got Amiri’s on
I take her to Neman Marcus, we ain’t going to the mall
Her momma like, “I can’t believe you blew up on them songs.”
I’m still rapping about crack bitch, in every song
I cannot make a song without selling crack
I’m not bragging about the shit, I’m just stating facts
My first Montclair auntie sold it from boosting
In my hood n***as scared of me I feel like [?]