Ayo, ayo

Who that bitch right there with the fatty?

How you in the hood with your jewels and no ratch-y? (Ah)

Anybody say that they ill, I surpass thee

We run the streets and jail, we some athletes

F6 elephant drum out the backseat (brrt)

Actually, make it a headshot

It′s that deep (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Pateks over the wheel, hobo bags draggin' through Maxfield

You lack still, the Glock or the MAC wheel?

Fur on the Marni slippers, makin′ a crack deal

Judge wanna send me up the hill like Jack, Jill (ah)

Catch your life truly up

We dance with pants, wipe bricks off with Louis scarfs

Mossberg in the old nugget, lookin' like movie stars

My starter lineup got five shooting guards

You fuck niggas is mulignans (brr)

Pipe down, pikers

Pucci overalls look like scars on a lifer (ah)

Breakdancin' in the mess hall, put the knives up (ah)

Where CO Kennedy at? I might wife her

Hold hands on the rec yard, I′ll be home soon

Came through, stretch 911 off the showroom (skrrt)

Soundin′ like Chucky up in Sachs, I got dope moves

Wipin' bricks off the same stove we cook soul food (woo)

Rockin′ all Maison, gracious, beloved by the freebasers basing

You back in the hood, how your name in them statements? (Ah)

Nine in the shoebox, the Ronnie Fieg Asics (woo)

Bitches sendin' tongue emojis, wanna taste it (woo)

My double R got Tom Ford drapes (woo)

Your man used to rock figaro chain and Movado (uh-huh)

Now it′s Hublots, suntans from Cabo

Focus on new goals, squares in the Tahoe

We make it these three thousand miles, we be Ralo

Redbone bitch pussy fat, look like Latto (ah, woo)

Scores in a McQueen button-up, I look like Pablo (ah)

West lane, Mike Amiri, thirty-four Flackos

I don't know who did the shit so I shot both (boom, boom, boom)

That′s the old Grindin' beat (ay, ay)

Ay, ay

My boy, Jackson, relaxin', know he ′bout that action

Baby girl relaxin′ know she 'bout that passion

Young thug on the flipper, man, I′m Z Pound

But we eat good we always see ground

Mayfield, Filiano, Luciano

Hey, flip, do it now, Juliana

Ay, bitch, let me in cross it

Let me lick on the motherfuckin' ounc-ey (yeah)