Call me Bucky nigga, lucky that I′m innocent, ah

If I didn't have no morals, I′d be menacing, ah

How 'bout nigga a rapping conscious buh he ignorant, ahHow he from the hood but he still gon' go legitimate, ah

How he fuck a bunch of bitches, but he still respect the women

He still rolling in Sonata, he just got the windows tinted

Homie stabbed me in the back and that could never be forgiven

And my palms been itching, man, I like this superstition

Hmm-mm-mm-mm, hmm-mm-mm-mm

You can′t have my phone number unless we running up the digits

Let me meditate, I just need a couple minutes

Try to lowball me, my cojones is still the biggest

Bitch, I get hot (hot, hot)

Ain′t looking at the clock, still balling like Bron (hot, hot)

Yeah, I'm headed to the bucks then I′m balling like Gian (hot, hot)

Ain't looking at the clock still balling like Bron (hot, hot)

Bitch I get, bitch I get, bitch I get hot (yeah)

Let me meditate, then I celebrate

Tryna get the cake, I don′t take a break

Mmm, yeah, bitch, wait

Grew up in the '90s′, we was watching Ricki Lake

We was eating top Ramen or a TV dinner plate, uh

Made a couple dollars, so I'll pro'ly get the steak

Or I′m out at John and Vinnys, I told Quentin "I′ll be late", ayy

I'm so epidemic, I′ma cause an epidemic

Put my feet up in the building

Bitch, I'm feeling like a tenant, ah

Bitch I get hot (hot, hot)

Ain′t looking at the clock, still balling like Bron (hot, hot)

Yeah, I'm headed to the bucks then I′m balling like Gian (hot, hot)

Ain't looking at the clock still balling like Bron (hot, hot)

Bitch I get, bitch I get, bitch I get hot