(Cleveland Avenue)

I keep a roll, I keep a roll
I hit ten bitches all in a row
Turnin' down hoes, I got too many
Turnin' down shows, I got too many
Having these racks 'cause I got plenty
This a Mulsanne, I'm in a Bentley
I only bought it to juice up my image
(Ayy, where you get that beat from? Mooktoven)
Rose on my gold, Dolce my toes
Dolce my clothes, dolce my hoes
Open the safe, punch in a code
I'm on a harbor, I bought a boat
I fuck with Bloods, I fuck with Locs
I got them blues, I got them notes
They call me Billy 'cause I'm the G. O. A. T
I fuck with the streets, I give 'em hope

I fuck with lil' mama, she give me throat
I'm not a fad, I'm not a trend
I'm not your man, don't compare me to him
12 pull up on me, I'm dippin' from them
USPS, I'm still shippin' it in
I'm in a Dodge and I sit behind tint
Gotta get more 'cause I'm never content
They cannot break me, I'm never gon' flinch
Scary ass nigga, quit actin' so tense
Eight different flavors, I'm havin' selections
Back in high school, had that pack in detention
She bad as fuck, make me stand at attention
She bad as fuck, damn, I gotta go get her
That money don't wait, so I gotta go get it
This whip looking plain, so I gotta go kit it
Making threats on the 'Gram, so I gotta go kill him
She like the moment I put this shit in her
I'm low-key serving these packs in a rental
I like the way that she smile with them dimples
Fuck what he doin', I'm doin' it bigger
Got pride like a lion, I'm feelin' like Simba
I feel like Kawhi, I got D for these bitches
Deontay Wilder, I'm hittin' these bitches
This blunt too loud, I ain't hearin' these niggas
Only do papers, ain't doin' no Swishers

I keep a roll, I keep a roll
I hit ten bitches all in a row
Turnin' down hoes, I got too many
Turnin' down shows, I got too many
Having these racks 'cause I got plenty
This a Mulsanne, I'm in a Bentley
I only bought it to juice up my image
Rose on my gold, Dolce my toes
Dolce my clothes, dolce my hoes
Open the safe, punch in a code
I'm on a harbor, I bought a boat
I fuck with Bloods, I fuck with Locs
I got them blues, I got them notes
They call me Billy 'cause I'm the G. O. A. T
I fuck with the streets, I give 'em hope