Loaded lyrics

[Intro]
Ghost made this beat
Stop playing with these n*ggas Ghost

[Part I]

[Verse]
Ended up [?] on Sunset, that sh*t was random
Big six, we good with the poles like a dancer
Salty when you see me, just go 'head and put your hands up
Say the wrong thing and we blitzin', no prancer
b*tches calling, want they man back, I don't answer
You should know broke b*tch problems, I don't have none
I done been in all these dudes pockets like a handgun
Opps be trying to take my life, they like a cancer
Thought that he could hit just because I said he handsome
My partner still mixing promеthazine with the Fanta
Rich b*tch and I'm stacking chips for my grandson
Don't cap about that fake causе we got that sh*t on camera
Savage sh*t, man it's kinda sad you doing average sh*t
Bad b*tch, they be like "your waist just did a magic trick"
My side chick Emily, bank account Fabulous
Go get you a diamond tester, see how much the karats is
You thought it was sweet sweet, let me change the narrative
If you come for me, it's gon' be embarrassing
Know I got that big bag on me like I'm traveling
Brave enough to walk up to Suge and call him Marion
Louis V bikini, Balenciaga beanie
It's funny how you don't like me but you wanna be me
Ain't I out spending money like I got a genie
While you in the house bored as hell, looking at TV
Each and everywhere I be, know I got that steel on me
Poking out my dress like I got a power drill on me
Eyeballing your plate, ate your food and I'm still hungry
Yeah you on the charts but to us you just a lil homie
Yeah Malaynah bossed up, I had no choice
Guns in your hand don't make you real, J-Cole voice
You making no noise, beasting so I'm so hoarse
I'm in the ring, they forget my name like "Go, Floyd!"
Your f*cking favourite rapper got nothing to show for it
I just copped a Beamer, you could show for it
11 Records courtesy, no car note for it
And if you wanna pull receipts, b*tch I'm so for it