I just pulled up with the bomb squad
Now where the bombs at
N***a said he trap hard
But I don't fall for it
They told me get yo bands up
So imma work for it
Brother pick your head up
Don't you let your crown fall
Boy you better stand tall
Don't let these n***as talk about you
My girl at the dance hall
I'm gon write a song about her
If the fucking feds call
They gon get the voicemail
We just had a close call
Racing in the Maserati
But I dip take a left take a right
Pulled up to your crib
Take ur shit spare your life
I'm not a mean guy
Just a fiend for the ice
Pay thе fee pay the price
Flee the scеne for the night

I'm complex guy with a complex mind
One second I'm a sinner
And the next I'm feeling fine
If you wanna step to me I suggest you don't try All my shooters stay with me and my Snipers in the sky
Mercedes in the back you know the bitch is gonna shine
I just bought a race track for my new skyline
Wait like the GTR one? God damn you god damn right

Ooh

I'll be flexing forever
Bitches say they getting cold so I lend em my sweater
And if you asking for your hoe you should just check with the weather wait what's her Name? Oh you looking for heather man she been with me forever I'm talking start of December when all my money looked better one day I'll be at Coachella But the view Will be better cause I'll get paid or whatever
I mean it's whatever