AK on my lap that's a real street sweeper
Shawty wants to fuck me cus she know my whip's cleaner
Bad little latina
Love my demeanour
She call me her boyfriend but my name ain't Justin Bieber
Got the pussy wetter when I'm stroking like Posiedon
Feeling presidential but my name isn't Joe Biden
If you want the smoke you know my mandem can supply it
I think that I broke her heart I left that bitch crying
Got her on the blocklist you know that she's gone
I can get your block hit, I ain't got a gun
Pulling out the Mac you know that you ain't got no hope
If it comes to dissing then you know that I'm the goat
If it's on the track you know you're holding on the smoke
I'ma really come and bless you got me feeling like the Pope
My career just getting started, yours is looking like a slope
Bad lil bitch she suck and swallow, and she got that good throat
Feeling toxic, I might need a hazmat
Pull up get the block hit, yeah I let him have that
Feeling like I'll blow this year I think I need a fast track
If your boy wants smoke I think your brother needs to backtrack
Feeling so tired of these leaches
Heard their diss track and that shit looking facetious
Soon your favourite rapper wants to feature just to see this
Feature with the boy because of the countries that it reaches
Since I lost A, in the studio where I B
I been grinding for a year where it will take me we will C
Got her catting for the D so much she doesn't wanna leave
Because it gives a bitch euphoria like she was taking E
But I do not give an F, because she knows that I'm a G
Me and Elz tech twinning and we're going on a spree
Don't care about the H, cus I stay toking on my J
If your brother talking shit then he can hold the K
Hold an L, catch an M leave your where you stay
This might be your N, on the track is where I always slay
Hope she isn't playing games, I don't have the time to play
She a carnivore because she eating on my meat all day
Big bank take little bank
Pull up on your bitch make you think twice
10 racks on the fit looking real nice
Hand up in my pouch you gone pay the price
Pull up on your block yeah we spin it twice
Big Glock make you do the race Jerry Rice
19 shots he receiving
XIX like that black bottle got him leaning
2 bad bitches and they teaming
Looking at the wrist and you know that shit gleaming
Whipping in the Urus yeah I'm swerving
They ain't got the money or the drive that's for certain
Cross the ocean and you know your boy's steady working
I might take your bitch again leave your man hurting
Said she wants a Birkin? shawty must be stupid
Tell her it ain't working and she has to keep it moving