Hook:
Shaq with the brick
I'mma get that free throw
I be shooting shit
Quentin Tarantino
Tommy by my hip
I'm like Al Pacino
Wanna take a risk
Bitch just go hit casinos
I said fuck the love
Bloody Valentine
I be fucking bitches
They coming left and right
I said fuck your love
Aye, bitch just get out my ride
See this Tommy fle-ee-ee-ee-eece

Verse 1:
It's that wokhardt what I sip
I don't need love from a bitch
I just need cash in my bank
I need horses in my whip
I needed whores to go and strip
I need packs to go and flip
I need bitches off my line
Just come over let me hit
Aye bitch
I didn't know you was fake like that
Cuz you fucking hella niggas with the wave check cap
And I Splash with my guap in my income stash
And I'm quick with the check cuz my paycheck fast
And the Face to the ass when your ass come back
And I hit from the back and I pack my bags
Then I Laugh at the hag can't finesse my cash
Aye bitch yuh, it's camo Valentino
We hit the Vegas strip, she let me hit in Reno
Drifting down the 5 in 1950 El Camino
We wearing BAPE hoodies and Balenciaga chinos
All these bitches make laugh
Because these bitches just a joke
I fade em up and get em lined up
Like it's razors on some coke
I be smoking reefers out my Glock
In case you want my smoke
I double up my double cup
We squaring up and overdose

Hook:
Shaq with the brick
I'mma get that free throw
I be shooting shit
Quentin Tarantino
Tommy by my hip
I'm like Al Pacino
Wanna take a risk
Bitch just go hit casinos
I said fuck the love
Bloody Valentine
I be fucking bitches
They coming left and right
I said fuck your love
Aye, bitch just get out my ride
See this Tommy fleece
Gucci on my eyes