text: DJ Discretion
  Niggas dont know my style
  Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child
  Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
  Bitch-made ass niggas dont know my style 
  Niggas dont know my style 
  Niggas dont know my style
  Bitch-made ass niggas dont know my style 
  Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes
  In a room full of niggas tryin to hide ya hoes
  Im gettin high off buddha cause the times be slow
  I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke
  And who me? A nigga livin life like a G
  And that artillery keepin niggas off of me
  I cant sleep livin in these wicked times, peep
  Niggas after me cause they see Im stackin Gs and heat
  You can holler if you want to, please
  I aint runnin with no punk crew, bleed
  Enemies and my range is on, youre in the danger zone
  My fuckin game is strong, now hotline
  You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
  From hustlin and bustin them rhymes
  To my niggas up in Quentin, down on Rikers Isle
  Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles
  Metro Boomin want some more nigga
  Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah 
  Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah 
  Im tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah 
  Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah 
  Ric Flair drip, go woo on a bitch 
  Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist 
  Multi-million dollar, Im a fool with the hits 
  Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits 
  Poppin but you really not gon shoot 
  Ninety pointers down my diamonds look like hula hoops 
  Hopping in my Bentayga and her seat is a masseuse 
  Balenciaga, check my posture, Valentino boots 
  Its the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths 
  Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape 
  Aint worried bout the bag cause the cash accumulatin 
  Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate it 
  Money, hoes, and clothes
  Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows
  Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes
  Watching the stash grow, clocking the cashflow
  The neighborhood gravedigger
  Getting paid so much, all the bitches want to see a nigga
  I guess they figure Im paid, I want to get laid
  Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots
  Id rather beat my dick than trick
  And if she dont suck, then we dont fuck
  Id rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck
  Grab the 9, two clips, and runem up
  Yes, flex after two or three Becks
  As I wreck shit, what the fuck you expected?
  A fly guy? Well fuck it, Im the high guy
  From Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye
  Yeah
  Ric Flair drip, go woo on a bitch 
  Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist 
  Multi-million dollar, Im a fool with the hits 
  Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits 
  Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah 
  Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah 
  Im tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah 
  Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah 
  Ric Flair drip, go woo on a bitch 
  Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist 
  Multi-million dollar, Im a fool with the hits 
  Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits 
  DJ Discretion
  Yeah this uh ah
  That untouchable phoe you know what Im saying yeah
  This is all for the players and the playeds wherever you at ya dig
  Im talking about from this side to that side east side west side
  Your side my side its all about biggie and funkin man haha