[Intro]
I got the glow, I got the plug
I got the water, I got the drugs
I am the one
I got them bands by my lonely
Don't call my phone, I don't know you
I got them bands by my lonely
Don't call my phone, I don't know you
I got them, ayy, I got them

[Verse 1]
I got them bands by my lonely
Don't hit my phone, I don't know you
I got the Midas touch right now
Everything I touch is glowing
Shit, I got the glow
You know that I got the plug
You know I came with the art
You know I came with the drugs
They know I'm knocking down doors
My city, man that's the coldest
Man I move back to LA, had to do that shit one time
And now it's palm trees and mimosas, yeah
First I created the wave
Rome wasn't made in a day, look
If you love somethin', n***a you gon' make time
Blowin' up over night kind of take time
Look, wait 'til boy get his cash up
I was writing hella songs, making anthems
Look, own my publishings and the masters
My lawyer call me up and tell me I'm the next up
Never sell my soul or integrity
You gon' hate the day you flexed on me
I go your ex in my inbox
Tellin' me all of her feelings
Talkin' 'bout she wanna come get familar, yeah
[Interlude]
I'll call right now and end it
He can't fuck me like you do
Trust me
Trust me daddy
Trust me daddy
I got the drugs
Trust me
I got them bands by my lonely
Don't call my phone, I don't know you
I got them bands by my lonely
Don't call my phone, I don't know you

[Verse 2]
Yeah, you know I got the traphouse bouncing
True Team working on my album
Confidence is over a thousand, yeah
They gon' break you down if you allow it
Rollin' up some loud in the Audi
You can hand me the aux cord right now
I'ma get her wetter than a fountain, 'til she drowning, yeah
Uh, this is what everybody doubted
Got a bad ting, I just got her out of Dallas
And I got some plugs and they down there in Atlanta
Know some rappers who wouldn't be shit without me
Don't hit me for features unless your management just give you allowance
I'm taxin' for talent, you know I came up from that public housing
Pulled myself out the slums, I pulled myself out the slums, yeah
Built me a ting out my scars
Larry Sanders, that's my n***a, my guy
Only thing that a young boy fear is God
The worst thing you could not do is try
It's going down 'round my way, 'round this side
We gettin' money 'round here on this side
[Outro]
Trust me daddy