(ATL Jacob, he a fuckin´ millionaire)

First off, they need to free BG up out that slammer (Free BG)

They think I´m sweet ´cause I don´t tote guns on camera (Brrt, brrt)
I run through pints, I pour up fours in Fanta (I pour up fours)
(Pour up fours, I pour up fours, pour up fours)
I get all my drugs from the same nigga, know that it´s clean (Bee)
This a real Tesla, I don´t pop no five-dollar bean (Bee)
My dawg hop out and get to sprayin´ like he shot me the green (Brrt, yeah, brrt, hey)
Shit ain´t what it seems, dawg, I mean it (Dawg, I mean it)
Niggas is not authentic, dawg, I seen it (Niggas not authentic, huh)
She go the extra mile for my penis (She go the extra mile, okay)
All I hang around is baby demons (Yeah)

Why these bitches tryna trap me? I´ma just go and sell the semen (Let´s go, let´s get it)
I only started, damn near touched 60 Ms (Damn, okay)
Bitch, you ain´t fly, all them outfits Skims (Shit, okay)
That bandana burgundy ´cause of brims
Fifty cent ??? no ??? gang, this him

You ain´t fly, that ain´t Chanel, bitch, you go shop on Skims (Fool)
Don´t knock you ´cause you shop at Skims, but bitch, don´t act like you trimm (Fool, trimm, trimm)
Feel like Kylie, Kris, Khloe, yeah, I got K´s like I´m Kim
I-I´m from Cleveland, I told Tristian put me on with Kendall (Oh, really? Come here, baby)

Real nigga, said he came ´cause he fuck with her nigga
Dunk on an opp like Ben Simmons when I come through and spin ´em (Rrah-baow-baow-baow)
Slime ´em out, bitch, I been thuggin´, pull up, dump out the window (Slatt, slatt)
My oppers sweet, bitch, I don´t feel ´em, I sleep on Gucci pillow (Pussy)
Pull up shootin´, think I won´t, but bitch, I will like I´m Willow
Fresh-ass prince, RIP lil´ Will, I told that bitch to bend over (Come here, baby)
Hard to walk, my pockets heavy, I fuck ´round and tip over
Chose they side, but he wasn´t ready, switchy made him switch over (Switchy)
Finesse, don´t know a nigga colder, all I do is get over (Let´s go)

My ice cold like Minnesota, stack my racks to my shoulder (Racks, racks)
Opp shoppin´, gun you down in public, clap you at Kroger (Oh, really?)
Told that lil´ bitch just come over, just might cop you a Rover (Mwah, come here, baby)
If she block me, pour the Wocky in the pineapple soda (Wocky)
You gon´ cry inside this Bentley or that broke nigga´s shoulder?
Not like Joe Burrow, not from Cinci, bitch, Knowles Ave where I post up (Bop, bop, bop)
Took her and her friends out on a trip, I told Yachty, "Pull that boat up" (Skeet)

In here rappin´ ´bout a ten ball, boy, that shit ain´t nothin´ (That shit ain´t nothin´)

All my haters, I can´t stand y´all, y´all gotta stop that bluffin´ (Boy, stop that bluffin´)
Ayy, if it ain´t ´bout them bands, dawg, then it ain´t no discussion (No discussion)
She so damn thick, can´t get her pants off, my bitch got that muffin (She got that muffin, uh)
She can´t even get them britches off, my bitch, she too thick (She too thick)
I done ran up so much digits, dawg, I think I´m too rich (Bitch, I´m too rich, yeah)
I swear, I got so many bitches, I can´t even pick (I can´t even pick)
If we locked in, ain´t no switchin´, dawg, bitch, you gotta stick, yeah (You gotta stick)
Yeah, bitch, I get up on that mic and make this shit look easy (Make this shit look easy)
Ballin´ on these niggas just like Mike, they need to twenty-three me (Boy, twenty-three me)

Niggas steady tryna steal my flow, I think they wanna be me (They tryna be me)
I´m tryna run up so much dough, I kinda feel like Beezy (Oh, really?)
Diamonds skiing on my chain, I swear this shit look like a blizzard (This shit a blizzard, nigga)
My lil´ nigga, he insane, he like to poof shit like a wizard (Poof, poof)
She make me mad, I´m quick to cut a bitch off, like go get the scissors (Go get the scissors)
Bro, don´t tell my bitch, but I low-key be fuckin´ with her sister, (Huh?)

(Last name Hendrix, whatever I do)