No cap, I ain’t stressin’ the fame (whoo), Went ghost, now they sayin’ my name (they sayin’ it!), I just laugh, & pour a straight line (ha-ha), Four in the Fanta, that’s a grapevine (leanin’!), I’m in the trap with the pots (pots — grrt), Whippin’ Whitney, wrist locked (skrrt, skrrt), Phone jumpin’ like hopscotch (brrrt), Dope in the crock, that’s Bobby (brown — ayy!), Block really hotter than lava, (too hot) 12 roll past, do the cha-cha, (dash!) Vacuumed sealed all proper , (airtight) Every pack clean like a sponsor, (no flaws) Late nights, no sleep, just commas (racks!), Mama pray I dodge the drama (Lord), Runnin’ through a bag like Usain (bolt!), Whole brick look like Toucan, (birds) Sam cookin’, that’s fruit loops, (hard!) Birds in the roof, that’s two coupes, (skrrt skrrt) Scale do the talking, no loose lips, (no talk) Whole team eatin’, that’s group sips, (We eating!) Diamonds dancin’, they do the nae-nae, (flash!) Plug hit my line, that’s a payday, (hello? cha-ching) Racks in the safe like it’s Mayday, (locked in) Still post on the block, no vacay. (still here, gang!) Trap phone do a backflip, no hands (Money!!!) White girl in the kitchen doin’ onlyfans (Profit!) Black chick from the burbs, but her auntie in Atlanta(Lowkey..) She ride with a hitter, say she love my city grammar(Slick talk) laugh now, cry later when the pack land (uh) I talk to the pot like it’s my right hand (whip) Left wrist froze, lookin’ like it’s Iceland (brr) Soft turn hard, that’s a slight tan (skrrt) Brick in the trunk do the mike dance (woo) Heart don’t pump fear(UH! /Grrah!) have you screaming Woooo like Rick Flair Step in the ring, whole crowd goin’ crazy Figure-four grip on the game, no escaping
