Yeah-yeah, I´m that nigga, tryna get my stacks bigger
We got members who clap niggas, FN cost a stack, get up
Okay, yeah, I´m dolo, and I´m aimin´ at your polo

Finna make the Jumpman my logo, ´cause I jump out, shit go loco
An-and they used to call me Lil´ O, hit an M, bitch, now I´m big O
Say you gon´ spin, then come spin, ho
This lil´ bitch geeked off them benzos
Bitch, I don´t need no break
Whip SRT ´til it break, we kick shit more than sensei
I want a K to start my day, I-I got the racks all in my face
You get shots, don´t leave no trace, yeah-yeah
Two liter, fill it up with Tris
Gucci sneaks, step on your face
FN, 5.6, not my babe
Shell catcher on, I leave no case
I got the wheel, finna leave the jakes

Bitch, I been hard
Send shots at ten cars
Lil´ O, know I´m a big star, tie-dye Rick Owens jeans, retard
Bitch, I got a stick on me right now, bitch, I can´t lack, can´t let up
I had a MAC with suppressor, I had it under my momma dresser
I wake up, I didn´t play dress up
You don´t gotta rock no vest, aim at your neck up
Pull up in a, yeah, black truck
Everythin´ I do, yeah, that´s tough
Ha-ha, I been tough, my fit tough
911 get picked up, yeah, FN tucked, my ninja, yeah
I ain´t even wanna say, "Nigga," uh
I pulled up and I feature, yeah
Your ho come around and I finish her, yeah

Shout out to my members, yeah
You sneak dissin´, we shoot at your block
I´m in Atlanta with a shank in my sock
Two bad hoes be on my cock
I fucked them both, I´m like, "Oh my God"
The guap came in, I´m like, "Oh my God"
The lean came in, I´m like, "Oh my God"
I´m way too fried like, "Oh my God"
You better watch out, we can all go die

Yeah, I´m that nigga, tryna get my stacks bigger
We got members who clap niggas, FN cost a stack, get up
Okay, yeah, I´m dolo, and I´m aimin´ at your polo
Finna make the Jumpman my logo, ´cause I jump out, shit go loco
An-and they used to call me Lil´ O, hit an M, bitch, now I´m big O

Say you gon´ spin, then come spin, ho
This lil´ bitch geeked off them benzos
Bitch, I don´t need no break
Whip SRT ´til it break, we kick shit more than sensei
I want a K to start my day, I-I got the racks all in my face
You get shots, don´t leave no trace, yeah-yeah
Two liter, fill it up with Tris
Gucci sneaks, step on your face
FN, 5.6, not my babe
Shell catcher on, I leave no case
I got the wheel, finna leave the jakes