(I-I´m )
(I-I´m )
(I-I´m working on dying)
(BNYX)
Hmm

Woo-hoo, hmm, woo (Hmm)

Man, the devil been watching my ties, man, the devil been watching my eyes (Woo, look at my chop down, look at my left, ahh)
When I boot up, I go to the sky, when I food up, I go in that lockdown mode
I just hope that I make it, don´t die, ah, I just hope that I see twenty five (Five)
I´m knowing I had a fit (Fit), I´m changing the rules like a ref, hah
I grab on that bitch like a steel, I just clap on this bitch like a fiend, yeah
Pull up on the jet while it land
Pull up to LA with a bag, yeah
Pull up to New York with a stack (Yeah)
I just be quiet ´bout shit, I don´t brag (Yeah)

Pull up in a fast car, Cullinan, bitch, not a Jaguar
Colored Bugatti, this bitch go three hundred, I´m pushing this bitch on the blacktop (Yeah, yes)
I dropped five hundred K, bitch, I tweak, made this shit all in my sleep (Swerve)
Made it back, two M´s, yeah I don´t sleep (Swerve, swerve)
I´m speeding off bitch, yeah you weak (Swerve, swerve)
I know when the world fuck with me, they suckin´ my dick in my sleep (Swerve)
I run up the muhfuckin´ M´s, I´m touching a M each week
I hop on this shit and I beat, I turn up I beat on the beat

I told them to shut the fuck up, that all of their shit is so weak

Pull up and stab on they ass, pull up and pull up the grass, huh
I drop a mil´ on a tab, but nah, I ain´t paying it back, bitch (Uh)
I promise, lil´ bitch, you´ll get stabbed, I put it on your fuckin´ back
I blowin´ your bae out, I´m callin´ your pap, callin´ your dad
It´s time to collapse, all of my money, all of my swag, I´m takin´ it back
Shipping them off, shut the fuck up, I´ll show you the trap (I´ll show you luh trap)
I was just swervin´ that daily, was swervin´ that muhfuckin´ Cat
You can pull up to my crib, and you gon´ end up dead (Bop bop)

Man, the devil been watching my ties, man, the devil been watching my eyes
When I boot up, I go to the sky, when I food up, I go in that lockdown mode
I just hope that I make it, don´t die, ah, I just hope that I see twenty five (Five)
I´m knowing I had a fit, I´m changing the rules like a ref, hah
I grab on that bitch like a steel, I just clap on this bitch like a fiend, yeah
Pull up on the jet while it land
Pull up to LA with a bag
Pull up to New York with a stack
I just be quiet ´bout shit, I don´t brag
Pull up in a fast car, Cullinan, bitch, not a Jaguar
Call up Bugatti, this bitch go three hundred, I´m pushing this bitch on the blacktop (Yeah, yes)

I dropped five hundred K, bitch, I tweak, made this shit all in my sleep
Made it back, two M´s, yeah I don´t sleep
I´m speeding off bitch, are you weak
(I know when the world fuck with me, they suckin´ my dick in my sleep)
(I run up the muhfuckin´ M´s, I´m touching the M each week)
(I hop on this shit and I beat, I turn up I beat on the beat)
(Hmm, hmm)
(Hmm)