Woah, shades on, I'm too geeked

My eyes seeing smoke, these niggas don't want no beef

Diamonds on my t— diamonds on my teeth

No, my talk not cheap, hear dollar signs when I speak

Clean the dick, she a neat freak, think she got OCD

I'm ballin' like OKC

I'm ballin' like SGA

You can't ball with us

you don't know my play (What the fuck?)

Cheer when I'm on the stage

No matter what I make, they gon' call it rage

Buck 50, his face off, switchblade

'Bout them digits, she gon' make that ass shake

I'm havin' a bad day

Poured my last four, then spilled it all, it's a sad day

Every day I ball in the mall, not just on Saturday

Can't fuck with her, I heard she got a finsta

can't have no second page

Rockstar, rock show, rock shit

Pop out with my dick, can't wait to pop this

Ran off with your shit, this ain't no proxy

Got a bad bitch, she brown just like Foxy

I got the block lit

I've been trappin' all day, I'm on the block

She caught me cheatin'

ain't never gave a fuck, I'm actin' shocked

But if she leave or stay, all these hoes still gon' flock

Get the fuck out the way, them. 308s don't got a name on 'em

Demon 170, creepin' up the street

I just dropped the brain on it

All I know is lean, lean, lean

lean, damn, I need a cane, homie

She thought I was excited 'bout the pussy

got the bitch waitin' on me