text: Okay
  Okay
  Okay
  Yeah, yeah, okay
  Wrist so wet I might drown
  Bitch, dont talk, you goin downtown 
  I done made 6 half for the whole week
  Plug want a player then Im goin O.T 
  I just made 457 on Wok
  Ill hop in that Scat and Im bendin your block 
  Nigga wanna scrap, well, then, let it go rock
  My lil nigga got it, I bet he gon pop 
  I can make 10 on face no fillin
  6 dot like Krillin, Im smokin gorilla 
  Couple of my niggas just caught that nigga that was runnin off
  Dawg, I know they gon kill him 
  Smokin on killer and takin your bitch on a trip
  And we fucked on the floor of my villa 
  I aint got time for two things, what?
  These stupid ass hoes and they feelings, ayy 
  All independent, my bitches just call and they get it
  They know that this ballin authentic 
  Chocolate vanilla get hot so I hopped out the dealer
  I copped a new car and I tint it 
  Wont lie, lil bitch had a nigga down
  But now that Im out of my feelings 
  Ima stack the money so tall in the crib
  It be lookin like the roof came out of my ceiling 
  Soon as I hop in I zoom
  Scoopin that bih like a spoon 
  I got this FN, it sing like that bitch is in tune
  Look at his face when we walked in the room 
  Ayy, 35 MAC-10s
  Ayy, Ill kill him he play with my back end 
  Fuckin that shorty and Im makin her back bend
  After my niggas walk in, we tagged in, ayy 
  Ayy, right off the bat
  Shorty, she know that Im black but Ill Doja that cat 
  She wear that thong I like
  Them tights keep pullin that pussy to show that its fat 
  Maybach to back with the double R
  Copped the new Duffle, it came with the double star 
  Then I put the trunk inside the front so when Im backin up
  I still front on every one of yall niggas , its Tory
  Hopped in the Scat, bitch, Im back, where have you been? 
  Fifty thousand dollars on my jack, goin stupid 
  Back outside, every time, its a new fit 
  Niggas love to lie, gotta tell em what the truth is 
  Hopped in the Scat, bitch, Im back, where have you been? 
  Fifty thousand dollars on my jack, goin stupid 
  Back outside, every time, its a new fit 
  Niggas love to lie, gotta tell em what the truth is 
  I whip wrap the Scat the same color the Lambo 
  I pull up orange and brown, they both look like Reeces 
  I get in that mode where I fuck niggas hoes 
  And I break em off and send em back home in pieces 
  Got a bitch from the 6, cut her off, dont know how to suck dick 
  Had to smack her head, like, Watch the teeth 
  I be givin the Holy Ghost to hoes, they see me 
  They get to passin out and screamin out, Jesus! 
  Ima keep it real, I dont really fuck with police 
  I dont know shit, when I see em, Im speechless 
  I dont really wanna fuck with rap niggas, they bitches
  Id rather chill with my daughter, my nieces
  Actin like he love me, I dont need no new brothers 
  I dont want advice, nigga, keep it
  Let a nigga touch me, Ima have to show you somethin
  Ima have your family talkin to the preacher
  Im not affiliated with no gang
  But my Rollie face blue, look like its out the freezer 
  Im makin niggas bitches say my name
  She aint know how to fuck so Baby had to teach her
  Oops, I aint mean it , I put it on her face
  And gave her an all-white towel so she could clean it 
  Im Baby Jesus, sometimes I wear it once and give it away
  Sometimes I hit the cleaners 
  Who wanna get knocked out?
  Ima come burn a nigga, hot sauce
  Ima hoo, knock a nigga socks off
  Bout to cop a new drop, take the top off
  Should I go get the Vette or the double R?
  My momma gon say, Goddamn, thats another car 
  I got so many square feet inside of my mansion
  There room in the bed for every one of yall
  Like fuck it, lets have a sleep over
  Got your bitch suckin dick, got her deep throatin
  No, we aint doin shows til Corona over
  Bout to take the trap back over, we open
  I can make 50 songs fore the week over
  Keep your bitch ass asleep if you sleep on me
  Tryna figure which car Ima drive today
  Hit the gas til they call the police on me
  Yeah, bitch, I—
  Hopped in the Scat, bitch, Im back, where have you been? 
  Fifty thousand dollars on my jack, goin stupid 
  Back outside, every time, its a new fit 
  Niggas love to lie, gotta tell em what the truth is 
  Hopped in the Scat, bitch, Im back, where have you been? 
  Fifty thousand dollars on my jack, goin stupid 
  Back outside, every time, its a new fit 
  Niggas love to lie, gotta tell em what the truth is