(Be the B chain, nigga)
So I´ma be honest
(Lil´ bitty bitch)
I don´t know how to count bars
Yeah, BreadWinner, ??? lil´ bitty bitch, ???

I used to count to sell bars
Huh
Brasi
(We can get messy around here)
(Alumni)

I can´t pop no bottles in this bitch, why we celebratin´?
I´m who all my partners go against, everybody changing
Ain´t no sense in tryna tone it down, they already hate me
I ain´t in nobody paperwork, I ain´t making statements (Uh-huh)
Been a soldier, been on solo missions, I´m already gangsta (I´m already gangsta)
Wrecked the Lambo, sent a hit at Brasi, I wasn´t ´posed to make it (I wasn´t ´posed to make it)

In your feelings ´cause I fucked your wife, controllin´ her with Lamba
In her throat, she ??? on that pipe, I throw it in her tonsils
I hit her with that motorbike and she not unresponsive
Legs behind her head and the dick go in her stomach
She just told lil´ Kevin that she feel it in her tummy
Her nigga keep security with him, she know he not thuggin´
That lil´ body you ain´t catch, you just shot that bitch and ran
Brasi, over opps we stand, hit that bitch until it jam
I´m in popular demand, cryptocurrency and bands
I know real niggas who trap, I know real niggas who scam

Asian can´t see in Seattle, we gon´ thumb through that by hand
Private jet with Jada Washington, developing a strain
Before lobster, it was cereal and window unit fans
Bitch I´m mafia material, could never take the stand
This lil´ bopper she do miracles, now watch her move that ass
Out the plane, let out the parachute, and then went got a bag
I´m like Puerto Rico Johnny with them bricks, I´m driving fast
I was on the phone with Draco out in ClayCo doing a dash
Nigga play with me ´bout Mazi, I´ma spin around and crash

Shit I´ll grab you all in traffic, put that package on your fam
Diamond tennis bracelets fit my pedigree, they make my wrists glisten
Amphetamines don´t get the best of me, I get to thinkin´ different
I say lil´ bitch
Before lobster, it was cereal and window unit fans
Bitch, I´m mafia material, could never take the stand
Before lobster, it was cereal and window unit fans
Bitch, I´m mafia material, could never take the stand
This lil´ bopper she do miracles, now watch her wop that ass
Out the plane, let out the parachute, and then went got a bag

And then went got a bag (Got a bag)
And then went got a bag (Got a bag)
Sayin´, and then went got a bag
Bitch I´m mafia material, could never take the stand (Take the stand, take the stand)
Then went got a bag (Then went got a bag)