They say that I'm a clone, I'm not a human being Cause I can go numb and mute all my human feelings Got a murder on my belt, it's holding up my denim I'm keeping the feds out my biz, you trying to put them in them You say you wanna square off, well f*** it, square off Chopper knock your hair off, it turns your back off I pray my haters get corona, stop their coughing on me That last d*** ran up on me in a coffin, homie I know the feds listen to me, they my competition Couldn't beat me fast, well so they recruited snitches Put your homie in the ICU, he needed snitches You acting gangster, but deep down you know y'all really b**** I make it, no storm now to flurry, whip it in a hurry They say I did it, I'm so rich, I still crank up the jury They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter jersey Everybody broke, I could've retired early 30 Run through like 30 million dollars in my early 30s I rep the sitch like Julius Ervins, showtime like Sam Perkins These b****s eating Perkinses like they Boston baked beans Somebody pinch him cause he trying to beat me, it's a dream You sell dope at the schoolhouse, look at me now I'm a rich b****, drop out, y'all Perns on my mouth, now I pop out Pull up on your block, head better get shot down, y'all Cartier shine when the lights out He don't wanna smoke, b****, better pipe down Got him, I ain't b****, wanna fight now Hit up from the bed with my Glock and a nightgown You know how that go, I ain't got d*** for a b****, I ain't got d*** for a b**** New phone, I'm cool with the butterfly though Make this b**** fleshy, I'm fat, we can go The haters, I made this b**** happen, I slip on the pallet Posted at the trail with the rancher I used to f*** with them ranchers, but now I blew up Yeah, all of my b**** look bad I ain't saving no b****, I'm a real-ass pimp Vans in my pocket, so I got a lil' limp I'm poppin' like Grissy, my name on the go Hard on the b****, boy, these n****s be sick I'm on four of my's right now, I'm leanin' My face went back to back for no reason This east side on mine, know I'm bleedin' Crush all of my lungs when I'm breathin', mmm I love a b**** with a fat a** Boy, you a b**** with your red a** You stalking my b**** with your mad a** Like Mike Jackson do it, you bad a** Step out from this b****, it's a light show My diamonds here, where I know lights though I love a d*** with no lipo You hate me, your b**** on my life though You love on that b****, I would never If she want a b****, then I love her I might stretch me a b****, never press her All my girls, they come with a compressor 32 lighters all on my dresser Testin' me, I'ma get you together I'm thuggin' no matter the weather So icy, we flocking together Plan it, I'll make me a pot, I got special delivery Then it b**** hot, you a bundle of misery Get off my top and you're shoddy, don't go because this b**** bop I got food stamps cause he always complaining He don't eat enough of that b****, you can't You better be careful cause this b**** is dangerous Lay your a** out like I'm a f****** stranger I say burn, ice cold Diamond grills, all gold Quick bag, all sold All fold My attitude needed a tic-tac I pull this wig back, swipe when I'm swiping the fox trap Send money all that, send me a step for the solve that Watch how my b**** resolve that Fly as hell, b****, what you call that? Tell shawty fall back, I can't dissolve that My energy wide, I got stamina Can't trust no b**** with money, that camera bluff These b**** really ain't man enough Africa Deborah, I see what's up Caught that b**** cheating, you peeping, huh? Better think twice about keeping her Got options, that b**** been f****** her, homie Yo, fly like a bird Now, what you heard? B****, I've been making serves Uh, uh, big body swerve I f****** my fortune, y'all toe on the curve Uh, yeah, Cody ain't got me slurred Drankin' too much, spit the d*** on my shirt Uh, yeah, I ball with no jurors And y'all n****s flex, y'all n****s look splurging Uh, Lord, please have mercy I got your b**** with me emerging Better go join the circus Who you think I is? I ain't buying no Birkin My momma is the only lady I get a purse for The Instagram b**** ain't nothing but worse So I'm riding in a yellow Maybach, sipping purple And I got two straps, I'm a Glock Urqa Yeah, what the f*** you mean, huh? What you mean? This the P-R-E-E-1-0-1-7-Dream Team, yeah I ball like a rain, uh And I'm about my cream, yeah Uh, they say money talk, where my diamonds due to? And they saying bling So I say Yeah Thanks for watching!