[Intro]
Shut up, come up
Ha, ha
Okay, okay, okay
Ya, ya

[Verse 1: Fukkit]
Yeah, these days, I don't care if you like me or not
Hit the bar like it's 21, man, that's a lot
Moneybag on a net, that's the way that we rock
And I been top dawg, gotta shout-out Jay Rock
It's a kick and a stock when I point the K-Dot
Make yo' bitch drop top while I ride with no top
I might slide, is you ready or not?
Cartier frames you get fetti or not
Roddy Rich, get your head out the box
They wanna kick it you still rockin them Crocs
I told this bitch to lick the tip of the top
(?) with the gang like it's Wu-Tang
Runnin up numbers that shit ain't a new thang
Runnin with yo bitch, uh, that's my new thang
Tints on the whip it's so black like Bruce Wayne

[Hook]
Opps on the way wrap em up like a bonnet
Plague on my body ain't talkin Bubonic
Bitch give me space I'm too fly like a comet
Blowin at me cause you can't afford Chronic
Boy drop a coin when it hit like Sonic
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