[Kollision]
I know they mad, these niggas livid
I know they envy, I can see that shit so vivid

[Kollision]

No point intended, I just made a quarter milly
Invested in me, shit I worked so hard to get it
Got tunnel vision, they won´t knock me off my pivot
They penny pinching, I can tell they barely getting it
I know they envy, I can see that shit so vivid
I´m poppin´ shit, I got ´em mad, these niggas livid
No dish detergent, they so washed up like some dishes
Don´t guess they pretty, I´ma wake up and go get it

[Kollision]
Came from trappin´, nigga having like I´m scammin´
My bitch so classy, ass so fat don´t need no panties

The plug didn´t show no love, we ran off, he was taxin´
I fuck her on the floor, I put racks in that mattress
And my bitch a diva, ayy
She bad like a cheetah, ayy
And she mad I just beat her, ayy
In that pussy Ike Tina, ayy
Came from whipping up Tina, ayy
Get you pressed like a Kleenix, ayy
They dig my demeanor, hey
My bitch got a bag, come from Birkins
These ain´t tinted lil nigga, these curtains
I ain´t fuck with you when I was hurting
So I don´t fuck with you when I be splurging
Where the fuck was you when I was lurking?
Could´ve been doing numbers like jersey
Got my feet on they neck, show no mercy

Bitch don´t tell me my shirt made in Persian
Sorry no, sorry no apology
She give me head like she knowledge me
I know my mama so proud of me
I am so fly like a pilot be
Bitch turned me to a savage
Shoes came handcrafted
AMG, 4Matic

[Kollision]
No point intended, I just made a quarter milly
Invested in me, shit I worked so hard to get it
Got tunnel vision, they won´t knock me off my pivot
They penny pinching, I can tell they barely getting it
I know they envy, I can see that shit so vivid
I´m poppin´ shit, I got ´em mad, these niggas livid

No dish detergent, they so washed up like some dishes
Don´t guess they pretty, I´ma wake up and go get it

[Lil Baby]
Soon as I open my eyes I´m going to get it
This money keep calling
Went to sleep in the trap house, woke up in a new foreign
Shows coming in back to back, swear to god it feel like I´m tourin´
Label keep trying to get at me, I don´t answer, I just ignore them
Dripping on them niggas on a daily basis
Givenchy laces, Tom Ford specs
R-E-S-P-E-C-T me, I´ma die for my respect
I´m a young OG, from the streets

I been going crazy in Givenchy, I been poppin´
Yesterday we had a full shoot out in the ´partments
The police say they know what I be doing, they can´t stop it
I told ´em I´m a rapper, ain´t no trappin´, I´m an artist
Hundred racks stuffed inside these Balmain denims
Screaming free all of my dawgs
If they get jammed I come and get ´em
Some of this shit I can´t believe, I be like look at me
Man this shit was just a dream, now I get twenty racks to speak

[Kollision]
No point intended, I just made a quarter milly
Invested in me, shit I worked so hard to get it

Got tunnel vision, they won´t knock me off my pivot
They penny pinching, I can tell they barely getting it
I know they envy, I can see that shit so vivid
I´m poppin´ shit, I got ´em mad, these niggas livid
No dish detergent, they so washed up like some dishes
Don´t guess they pretty, I´ma wake up and go get it