[Hook]
I'ma boy with this K real dome hitter
[?] n*gga tryna leak I'm a post hitter
Fourth base I'ma home hitter
And if the b*tch f*ck with suckas bet a band that I won't hit her
[Verse 1]
Ayy, it's fifteen in this stick
Shoutout Lil Frank
Slide down yo block smoke a n*gga like some f*ckin' dank
Why I got b*tches on the road bustin' hella plays
[]FN 30 sendin' missiles like a f*ckin tank
b*tch i'ma pro with this choppa i'ma real boy
8th-grade summer, started f*ckin' with the steel toy
n*gga sit yo ass down you a lil' boy
Yappin' up in Neimans really f*ckin' up them Bitcoins
n*gga Jublee that's my brother shoutout to the yacht
Blast n*ggas slick now he flinch shoutout to the Glock
I'm pullin' skits when it's cold makin' n*ggas hot
Green bean totin' how it throw with the red dot
You n*ggas simpin' to the b*tch like I ain't hit
Shoutout Lil' Nahmir if you slide you get painted
I broke my ex-b*tch heart she was basic
b*tch i'ma demon in these streets like I'm Satan
[Bridge]
We miles down chop up wakin' n*ggas up
Skirttin' in the runner with the heater bakin' n*ggas up
And I don't give a b*tch sh*t, not my last buck
Tell the opp n*ggas, better keep yo stupid ass tucked
Crest postin' on the S like the White Sox
b*tch bustin' di*ks smashin' out with the white box
And my Balmain pockets n*gga five nine
b*tch brought tens so I'm finna take the night off
[Hook]
I'ma boy with this K real dome hitter
[?] n*gga tryna leak I'm a post hitter
Fourth base I'ma home hitter
And if the b*tch f*ck with suckas bet a band that I won't hit her
[Verse 2]
Snow bunny on the button like Kate Upton
b*tch I brought a hammer to the fight cause I hate thumpin'
Lil bands cause it ain't nothin'
I just f*cked two hoes and I think they got the same cousin
Crossin' traffic get spunky finna turn up
Slide in the whip get yo silly ass burnt up
Faygo with some Act finna pour up
n*gga drop the addy you would get that b*tch tor' up
Pillow talkin' to the b*tch why you di*k holdin'?
I don't say sh*t n*ggas know that I be clip pullin'
Matter of fact, f*ck that I be stick holdin'
Pull up to the party air it out rockin' Rick Owens
Spent ten on a whip that's a candy paint
Kodak yoppa clap a n*gga like it's patty cake
7th grade thats the start of my trappin' days
5th grade I was playin' b*tches I ain't have a bae
See a sucka on my live I'm gon' knock first
Pop first hundred round chops with spit a hot verse
And I'm bumpin' on these n*ggas sippin' Champagne
Beat yo block up have your hood needin' Band-Aids
Where the n*gga with the pole got me goin' fishin'
Body on the stick toss that Carbon new extension
Blueberry pancake n*ggas whip flippin'
Now I'm never f*ckin' with the strap cause I been trippin'
b*tch!