McLaren Speedtail
Six carats in my ear for detail
I be gettin´ all my watches retail
Caught a murder, he tryna call Meek Mill
Sold him lean, but Doodie got his refill

I know real killers act like females
All the trenches bitches give me tea still
How you kill him? Bro, I need the details
Adderall, feel like it´s mixed with B12
You kept tellin´ all my secrets, be real
Headshot, stop runnin´, be still
I could shake a whole block with these pills
This a striker, I don´t know why you need L´s
Pull up to a whole mosque and pray still
Follow bro car ´cause he got the switch
I don´t be poppin´ ´cause you died and you diss
Crush a Perc´ inside a Sierra Mist
Bitch was poppin´, had to give her a kiss
I ain´t puttin´ my name on hits
Why you braggin´? Niggas ain´t kill shit
Hopped out on feet like he ran out of gas
I call him Yeat ´cause he stay with his mask
How you got it, but you stay with your mans?

Legs tatted, had to go get some Vans
Fifteen million cash, that´s my advance
Fuck a opp bitch to get in her head
Think I love her, I´m tryna plot on her man
Think I love her, I´m tryna kill his ass
You a killer? Jam, check his referral
Flawless diamonds, you rock it better with curls
On a date, I gotta take her to Harold´s
These Chanel, these ain´t regular pearls

I´m so high off this X pill
I don´t give no fuck how my ex feel
Your new nigga ain´t put you on no jet still
Why send shots like he a threat? Yeah

Still use cash with the card on file
Check what you drinkin´, they water it down
Said what you said, you a part of it now

Chance after chance, I done gave you a pound
Feds on your ass, gotta bury it now
I popped a Addy, I barely pronounce
Eyeball the weed and it´s barely a ounce
Watch how you speak, you could bury your spouse
Bro, I got M´s and I slept on the couch
Ain´t got a bond, it got inherit amount
My budget two million, the killers is out
I get my teeth from the Mouth of the South
Got the location, you not in your house
How do it feel to have Glocks in your mouth?
I know you broke ´cause they froze your account
Feel like a goofy promotin´ the clown
I told my lawyer I´m sober now
Run up a check ´cause I´m older now
Got who we want, so it´s over now
How you slide, but ain´t nobody vouch?
Counterfeit money, ain´t nobody count

How you think I got two hundred pounds?
Fifties, fifties, fifties, two hundred rounds
Out of jail early, you know that he foul
Nike ski mask to cover the brows
No Auto, pain, I got a couple of styles
I done paid for a couple of trials
I done slaid me a couple of dials
Call her now ´cause I ain´t fuck in a while
I got love for bro, he holdin´ me down
Frrt, hold a couple of rounds
Frrt, standin´ over him now, yeah

I´m so high off this X pill
I don´t give no fuck how my ex feel
Your new nigga ain´t put you on no jet still
Why send shots like he a threat? Yeah