[Intro]
9 on my hip with an eight of Wock'
Glock in my hand, I'm like "fuck a cop"
I send a shot, I'ma play the block
Fuck the rap shit, we can hit a lot
Extendo my fire, I'ma smoke a lot
We fuck around burn this ho down, n***a, fuck what you talking 'bout
I got that heat on me, think you a hotshot
Think I'm the president how the kid pop out
Your bitch head trash, that ho a dropout
I'm trappin' and rappin' and cappin', finessin' with the Glock out
She from New Jersey, the bag a Bottega
We fly to Cali to take a vacation
D-D-D-D-D-DJ Banned

[Verse]
I can't play the middleman, I just curve the centerfold (Bhristo, talk to 'em slime)
I still got all my jewelry on, I ain't sold a lick o' gold
I'm with this stripper washin' birds, fuck her 'til she pigeon-toed
I been at that bank, money talk, and I ain't hear you, n***a
Real estate, I spent what yo house cost on my earrings, n***a
Benny pass the Julio, we got birds like Julio
My shooter wet like Foolio, my money old like Coolio
I sip 'roc like Jericho
Twins with me, I'm fuckin' both
I like to do the fuckin' most
We crop n***as, fuck a post
I smoke za, she [?]
I touch this check, she touch them toes
Ayy, Benny, pass that drank again, tequila help me think again
My jewelry dance like Bear1Boss
I'm crossin' up with the play, think I'm Hotsauce
Shoutout my n***as that trap out the loft
A lot of these rap n***as lost in the sauce
You play them games, you gon get what it cost
RIP Takeoff, [?] I don't take off
I'm watchin' my n***as, I'm shakin' the fake off
We take an L and we lettin' that K off
Shut down the club, we don't play golf
N***as ride dick just like Adin Ross
9 on my hip with an eight of Wock'
Glock in my hand, I'm like "fuck a cop"
I send a shot, I'ma play the block
Fuck the rap shit, we can hit a lot
Extendo my fire, I'ma smoke a lot
We fuck around burn this ho down, n***a, fuck what you talking 'bout
I got that heat on me, think you a hotshot
Think I'm the president how the kid pop out
Your bitch head trash, that ho a dropout (DJ Banned)
I'm trappin' and rappin' and cappin', finessin' with the Glock out
She from New Jersey, the bag a Bottega
We fly to Cali to take a vacation
She want Jamaica but I'm still on papers
I was down bad, it ain't go in my favor
I swear next year I ain't doing no favors
I'm sellin' game, man, I keep this shit player
With my composition nobody compare
It's no competition, I swear it ain't fair
I'm in Club Digital with CEO Trayle
I tinted my ice out, I see you ain't there
I'm stuck in the trap but that money right here
We line up yo head if you get an idea
I roll with my dogs like Cruella de Vil
I'm still independent but do the same shit that these n***as do with deals
I'm cuttin' off everybody in my life that gamble or pop pills
Where you gon' be at when shit get real?
I ain't gon' check in with n***as 'cause n***as check in when n***as in the [?], n***as get killed
I ain't tryna imagine how that shit feel
N***as always feel when blood get spilt
I'm too hungry, can't take my meal
I'm in the trap with the strong like Jeleel
You got the Honda but I want the [?]
I went to Gucci and you went to Sears
She [?], I can't take that hoe serious
I'm countin' dead Presidents, some type of spirits
I took her soul and then put her on Spirit
Double O seven, I complete the mission
I'm the landlord, this the eviction
I shake off the Devil then put her in Christian
My diamonds hittin' like Stephen Jackson on the court with the Pistons
I hope Ye get back on his medication (DJ Banned)
I pray Quavo and Offset get back to a conversation
I'm praying Gunna hold his head and just get probation
(Bhristo, talk to 'em slime)
(It's DJ GREN8DE)