[Intro]

Gotta be nice for what to these bitches?

Yeah, haha

BP, yee

30, you a fool for this one



[Verse]

Bulletproof the windshield, the doors, and the locks

Bloodstains on the carpet probably from poppin' at opps

Played the corner like Deion, primetime in the box

From Dade County, might breeze through the locks, I'm from the block

Name a rap bitch with this kind of flow, oh, I'm the last dragon

Bruce Leroy with the glow, pardon my braggin'

I'm backin' out in the Aston with the MEA on my ass

And I'm laughin' at all these bitches who told me I couldn't pass 'em

Room, bitch, get his as the moon, bitch

Marry a bad boy and get rid of that loon, bitch

Elephant in the room, bitch, it ain't no more room, bitch

And if I ain't top five, my day comin' soon, bitch

Kick open the bank door when I make a deposit

I got it bustin' out the trash bag but this ain't no garbage

Don't carry wallets, I'm cocky

But yet I'm modest

The coolest, but I'm the hottest

You foolish, thinkin' I'm losin'

I'm smoother than shoe polish

Demolishin' opposition, ho, pay attention and listen

I'ma see the Ricky Rozay and Beyonce

The mission to get the bag and get missin'

Got bigger bags in my vision

I started without a dime and I grind my way to your vision, I saw it

Smoke it out like I'm Marley

Party hard when I party

Like Mardi Gras, I'm the hardest

My plate hearty, they starvin'

I made it out of that bullshit I was in

Hate I bullshitted them but that bullshit in the wind

And these niggas lyin' on they dick for attention, or a mention

How 'bout you leave all that shit that them bitches do to the bitches

Bitch nigga, pop up with that stick, nigga

Unlock like a pick, nigga, I'm built for this shit, nigga

You built like a bitch, nigga, you can't have a dick, nigga

You probably wear panties, I pop shots at your granny

Then catch a flight to the Grammys

You more Sammy than Sosa, you probably sleep on a sofa

You broke bum ass nigga, bread crumb ass nigga

The Patek iced out, lights out

Tryna ride this wave gon' get you drowned, nigga, right now

Surfin' on my page gon' get you found like I Googled you

Drums on all these sticks but I might show you what that Ruger do, hula hoop

Money Team, never lose, Floyd May'

Might pull out that Wraith and get to chillin' bitches, broad day

All they got to say is how my attitude and titties fake

Fuck them bitches, let 'em hate

I don't fuck with them anyway

Pussy ass