1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Made a hundred then a thousand, then I blew it on a fit
I'm up in the studio, yeah, I'm coolin' with this shit
I listen to Brodie rap and yeah, I knew he wasn't it
Knowledgeable as a baby, I'm like Stewie in this bitch
I ain't even walkin' if it isn't Louis in the kicks
Got his IP, found him in the bricks
He goin' abracadabra, thinkin' that he doin' tricks
Feelin' hotter than a candle
Spin around, and I ask him, where'd your man go
In a Tesla, and it doesn't have handles
I was at the court, and I'm shootin' like Rambo
How you are? Why they lookin' at me like I'm in a museum
I'm an off-top rapper, and I'm lookin' really dapper
I remember I was bringin' spray paint in the crapper
In the wrong crowd, hangin' around trappers
Karen cut me off, and I think I'ma lap her
I remember goin' 90 in a motherf*ckin' tractor
Girlie in my phone sayin', I attract her
I'm lifting a hundred pounds, baby, I'ma hit you after
And I'm drivin' a VW
Girlie goin' crazy, talkin' bout' that I ain't lovin' you
What the f*ck you talkin' bout? I bought a f*ckin' gun for you
That's a lie, that's a lie, wait
I'm doin' a hunnid on the motherf*ckin' I8
Goin' fast, is a drug why I'm on the highway
Only Prada and Balenciaga what I buy, bae
Sun's out, I'm out, it'll be a fine day
Yeah, I'm about done, I think
Yeah, yeah
Ha, let me stop