Yeah
(I got SkilliesMadeIt on the 808s)
Nigga, uh
We just gon´ walk this bitch down, we ain´t even gon´ think too hard on this one

(I got Brizz on the beat, he go crazy)

This mic I´m rappin´ on cost like eleven thousand
If you my main bitch, I might call you my baby mama, huh
I be talkin´, though, don´t let that shit go to your head, huh
It´s a killswitch on the ´Cat, he thought that bitch was dead
If it´s up, don´t be on that sneaky shit, bro, tell me how we playin´ it
I get on the phone with niggas ´cause I wanna hear just how you sayin´ it
I got a brick of blues, I can´t even double rubber band it
All these hoes be goin´ for real, bro, they be fakin´ fancy
We already did that four-door shit, it´s time to swap a Chally

Woke up in the ´Raq, then next day, took off straight to Cali
Don´t try to press me ´bout no bitches, it´s gon´ make me madder
She in the front seat in my Scat´, like, baby, you the baddest
I´m so high, if I blink, might go to sleep, huh
You might see them guys with that ski, they with me, that´s my brother ´nem
I ain´t gon´ lie, it´s hard for me to admit when I be fuckin´ up
Doin´ donuts with the chop, screamin´ they can´t fuck with us
I should go buy two tennis chains just to go play double dutch
He don´t even know to this day I was ridin´ ´round with my brother gun
Huh, I love all my hoes, they all show me love

Told a nigga to flip some of these ´bows, but he kept rollin´ up
I might get a Bnb this week just because
Bro keep Glocky with the dick, I think he a stud, huh
I miss goin´ on the run, bro, that shit was fun
Snatch off in a striker every time the boys come flick us up
I don´t even know you niggas, so tell me how you lit as us
Can´t even drink lean in the Hellcat ´cause I might spill a cup
We ain´t talk in a couple days, she say I´m changin´ on her
Duh, bitch, like what, I´m ´posed to stay the same or somethin´?
Money can´t change me, matter fact, bro, I been changin´ money

If you knew what the chain cost, you´d probably think I´m crazy or somethin´
I keep fuckin´  uh, uh, wait
I keep fuckin´ up, I
I keep fuckin´ up, this my third time tellin´ ´em start it back
Stamped rappin´ ´bout strikers, we the ones that started that
I can´t fuck with her ´cause she be tryna keep her heart attached
Wearin´ the Chrome Heart in the summer, I almost caught a heart attack
These is not no Madden bullets, these gon´ be a lil´ hard to catch
Yes, I´m wearin´ a fuckin´ belt, they saggin´ ´cause my pockets filled
I got a problem treatin´ my hoes like we locked for real

Better put your whip in sport, we turn your shit to Crocs for real
Have lil´ bro pull up, put holes in it
I was just buyin´ arena tickets, now I´m doin´ shows in it
I ain´t gon´ lie, I´m kinda picky, I only fuck with cold bitches
We on your ass since you in my business, shouldn´t´ve stuck your nose in it
I got hoes too, baby, you ain´t gotta lie
I ain´t gonna force you to do some shit with me, you ain´t gotta slide, huh
She keep playin´ detective, once you catch me, you gon´ cry
Just talked to my PO, he said can´t miss another drop
I ain´t tryna hear that shit, I´m still out trippin´ with the yop

This bitch got fifty miles, them niggas picked it off the lot
I made this money today, that´s why this shit up in a knot
Walked in the mall with 5K ´cause I wasn´t really tryna spend a lot

Yeah, yeah
I wasn´t really tryna spend a lot
Walked in the mall with 5K
Walked inside the mall with 5K, ain´t tryna spend a lot
I don´t know why these hoes talkin´ crazy like I ain´t spin they block
Like I ain´t hit they top
I ain´t hit they, yeah