Huh

Huh, Glock, ten mill', get 'em

Stick, ARP, hit 'em

Swap the hoes out, I did 'em

Swap the clothes out, I did 'em

Raf Simons, Rick O'

005, YVL, bigger than the Big Show

I ain't gotta tell her, huh, huh, I know his bitch know

Throw it in sport, this a Range Rove'

Bustdown, bustdown, chain go

More chains and whips than Django

Took his chains, I'm bold

Cut her off, I'm cold

VV, woah-woah

Yeah, VVs, woah-woah

My pockets deep, uh, like cavities, woah-woah

Uh, shoppin' sprees, she like, "Daddy, please"

Uh, so fuckin' geeked, I went Vietnamese, uh

Got Ken with me, uh, that's Baby G, uh

I spread cheese, yeah, yeah, bump his knees, yeah

I'm the man to me, fuck what you sayin' to me

Money long, centipede

Yellowbone, make her tease

Told Cam, split that key, both of us done had some seats

Hundred cars, it's a fleet, whole gang got SRTs

Shawty ate the swag up

it's contagious like a disease (Yeah)

Need my swag back, send that cease and decease

All-red coupe, huh, I been throwin' up B's

Might recruit ya, lil' nigga, sign to me

I don't got on no designers, mm

my partner made this shit (Yeah)

I made an M before you signed off your first splits (Damn)

You hit it first, but she was the first

one swiped off the list (Fire, fire)

My new coach John Madden, I just sent the blitz (Ha)

I know them racks comin', that's why my palms itch

The simulation glitched, a young nigga rich

Get hit with brass knuckle, got ice all on my fist

Don't be like the last sucker

lil' pussy-nigga don't exist (Smack)

Pull up— pull up, the Men In Black (Ha)

Pull up like Men in Black (Yes, sir)

All of my bitches, they fuckin'

they comin' right back, back, back

Hand me that bitch and I'm runnin'

I'm runnin' right through like a running back, yeah

I know some hoes who gon' come suck

and lay on the gang like a doormat, yeah

If you got a problem, then say that

bitch, hold up, say that (Say 5)

Strap up my digits, I'm flyin', up in G6

like, I'm on that (I'm on that)

She be DMing me, liking my pictures

like she horny (Oh yeah)

It's free all my dogs, it's totin' chain gang

they ain't miss a moment (Woah)

Yellow diamonds, yeah, canary

we ain't even have to go to Côte d', yeah

Teen X done told you, I'll blast at you, crodie

I ain't fuckin' bitches raw

your bitch gon' run to toilet, yeah

Bitch nigga, get dogged

go in his pockets, she bowlegged (Ha)

I shoot at your motherfuckin' dog, lil' bitch (Five)

you know that, you know that, you know that

My pockets gettin' big like Ross

play with that sauce, fuckin' up my hand

She just wanna find my bands

too much sauce, she don't understand

She better hide my texts, if she don't

she get beat by her man (Haha, haha)

Shut the fuck up, dumbass

Freaky-ass bitch gettin' beat up 'bout this shit

Huh, Glock, ten mill', get 'em

Stick, ARP, hit 'em

Swap the hoes out, I did 'em

Swap the clothes out, I did 'em

Raf Simons, Rick O'

005, YVL (We did it) , bigger than the Big Show

And I ain't gotta tell her, huh, huh, I know his bitch know

Throw it in sport, this a Range Rove'

Bustdown, bustdown, chain go

More chains and whips than Django

Took his chains, I'm bold

Cut her off, I'm cold

VV, woah-woah