You the flyest n**** on the planet
That’s what they H*es be telling me
I can show you how to be a Player
They gone call me Bill Bellamy
Catch a body while I’m out on Bond
Yea that’s a real felony
N**** be witcha then turn against ya
The definition of jealousy
The way I shine mane it’s killing em
I hit the club with the Dillinger
Hanging around nothing but criminals
WE AINT DOIN NO SUBLIMINALS!
We ain’t goin back and forth with n*****
We gone pull up and we killing em
(WE AINT GOIN BACK AND FORTH WT NIGGAS WE GONE PILL UP AND WE KILLING EM!!!!) AYYYY

I got no feelings at all
This shit right here for my dogs
This for the niggas who living through me
I be collecting they calls
I want them hundreds, them twenties, them fifties
I be collecting em all
When I die put me on a jersey
Because I was destined to Ball!
Push start on the whip
Like ion even need keys (vrooom)
All I think about is money
Like I don’t even need Jesus ( You trippin)
Twenty bands in a pair of skinny’s
Off-whites and some Yeezys
They say the rap game hard
BUT I make it look Easy

* starts talking

You know it seem like nobody don’t wanna run the race wit you
But everybody wanna hold the trophy when you get to the finish line
What part of the game is that ?
Ima make em RESPECT this shit Ya dig

[verse 2]

Brand new whip (yeah)
Serve me a bale out the trunk (bale out the trunk)
Pockets in swole (yeah)
Looking like a ass in the front (got a ass in the front)
And I got it by my damn self
So a nigga can’t ask me for nothing
Can't lose if I wanted to
These niggas can’t past me for nothing
Three five in a backwood
I ain’t even not passing the blunt ( ain’t passing the blunt)
Made a flick with a bad bitch
Call her Kim Kardashian or some
(Yeah yeah)
Bitch better show me some gotdamn cleavage
(B*ch better show me some titties or some)
F*ckin these b*tchs by the two (Naw)
F*ckin these b*tchs by the few (Naw)
They need instructions ima tellin what to do
Same young n*gga running around
With them Glocks
Ninth grade I was throwing money out the roof
Same young n*gga in the fourth floor M-pod
Two years I was on the front page news ( DAMN)
If a nigga touch my chain
He gone end up in a morgue
NJ ford gone dress him
Hundred round drum gone bless
Put a n*gga Ass on a stretcher
It ain’t no pressure
I’m the flyest n*gga walking on this planet
You might slip off in this drip
Got b*tchs jumping out they panties ( Gotdamnmmn)