[ Featuring Slump6s ]
Yeah
Yeah, look, ayy
Fashion, she love my fashion, don't need a caption
Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc
I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash in
You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him
She ride on my dick, no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, yeah
Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ayy
Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail
Got pulled over in a stolo, so you know I had to bail
He got caught up with that yola, free lil' Stevo out the cell
Finna show the world the real me, get up out my shell
Bitch, I'm rollin' off a fat flat, you couldn't even tell
Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt, send that boy to hell
I'm in Cali, I just bought a Motorola for my yola
Up in the telly, and this ho, she think she know us, she don't know us
Check my balance, I could take a f*ckin' Ford to Bora Bora
I rock ALYX and that boy, he rock Supreme, I don't endorse it
Know they taxin' for this new lil' Tom Ford, you can't afford it
Automatic in the V, we push a button then we floor it
I was smashin' on this slut, I told that ho, "You can't record it"
I ain't cappin' on the plug, I made the trap jump like Jordan
Fashion, she love my fashion, don't need a caption
Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc
I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash in
You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him
She ride on my dick, no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, yeah
Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ayy
Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail
Got pulled over in a stolo, so you know I had to bail
I'm in L.A, coolin' in a high-rise and I'm gettin' slow like a snail
Ready to cook a nigga like it's Five Guys, if that nigga callin' me Namil
Chopper bullet, it's a Five9, fight? Nah, I'ma bring 'em hell
And every shirt that I got a medium, but I'm up on XXL
I told 'em tell me somethin' that I don't know, gettin' money, nigga, you could tell
I'm in the trap coolin' with a .44, I get caught, I'ma go to jail
Tell me you hate me, that's a low blow, but you really think that I'd care
Thinkin' you phase me, nigga, oh no, I can't name a nigga I fear
These niggas tweakin' together like BKTHERULA
I feel like Yeat, mix the X with the boot up
Wifin' that ho, you and her really boo'd up
I tried to listen to you and I threw up
No BO3, but I slide with the Kuda
I walk in the party, saw you, I'm like, "Who them?"
I'm not fightin' no more, nigga, I'm finna shoot 'em
Nigga talk on a stream, but I don't even view him
Fashion, she love my fashion, don't need a caption
Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc
I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash it
You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him
She ride on my dick, no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, yeah
Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ayy
Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail
Got pulled over in the Stolo, so you know I had to bail
He got caught up with that yola, free lil' Stevo out the cell
Finna show the world the real me, get up out my shell
Bitch, I'm rollin' off a fat flat, you couldn't even tell
Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt, send that boy to hell
