[Chorus]
Look, slam dunking n*ggas like I'm in the NBA (Yeah)
I'm about my chips, I stack my chips like Frito-Lay (f*ck)
n*gga these is Forces, n*gga these is not no J's (f*ck)
Probably won't even wear it, I still copped it anyway (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
I got all this drip, all this drip what can I say? (f*ck)
Boy please don't play, you gon' make me keep it straight
Boy you flyin' Spirit just to cap up in LA
f*ck a Ferragamo, n*gga I'm a heavyweight, uh
It was really late, hundred down the interstate (f*ck)
Used to break it down and bag it by UTSA, ayy
Lil' b*tch I would hit, bagged that sh*t once it got weight (Yeah)
Even if it was quiet, every month we relocate (Yeah)
All the way around, twin stay posted at the store (Nah)
b*tch see my wrist, no I ain't your average Joe (Yeah)
She let my n*gga hit, but we could play like I don't know
First thing she talkin' 'bout is that she ain't like other hoes, uh
Stack 'em like Sinead, b*tch my chain on goodness greez, jeez (f*ck)
Bought a 2018 Audi, crashed it in a week (Week)
Thousand dollar belt, but these just hundred dollar sneaks
Just cop another pair if they get dirty or a crease, f*ck
[Chorus]
Look, slam dunking n*ggas like I'm in the NBA (Yeah)
I'm about my chips, I stack my chips like Frito-Lay (f*ck)
n*gga these is Forces, n*gga these is not no J's (f*ck)
Probably won't even wear it, I still copped it anyway (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I said b*tch, where your cash at? b*tch where your bags at? (f*ck)
We don't got no smoke, you type of n*gga that we laugh at (What?)
I'ma cop that drip from Rodeo back to Fairfax (sh*t)
Scatpack wasn't fast enough, I went and copped the Hellcat
Ride really steady, drip I hit Rodelly
Ready if you ready (Yeah), b*tch I'm rollin' heavy (f*ck)
Inside of it peanut butter, outside of it jelly
I don’t chase a bag, that bag chase me like Tom and Jerry (Yeah)
If I'm on the way, don't know how long I'ma take (f*ck)
Watch cost 30K, but I still show up real late
That cap that you doin' on the net is not okay (No)
How you gettin' a bag with all them feelings in the way? (f*ck)
Can't see behind the tint, through the tint my sh*t hit, yeah (f*ck)
Diamonds dance like this, b*tch my wrist is on p*ss (sh*t)
Trying to get rich, ain't no time for the bullsh*t, yeah (f*ck)
If I pass, don't miss, it's lil' BLAKE with the assist (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Look, slam dunking n*ggas like I'm in the NBA (Yeah)
I'm about my chips, I stack my chips like Frito-Lay (f*ck)
n*gga these is Forces, n*gga these is not no J's (f*ck)
Probably won't even wear it, I still copped it anyway (Yeah)