Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' n*gga
Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my n*gga, ay
I was told to never show no love, my n*gga
Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings
What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings
Slidin' down Fairfax, n*gga I was plottin' on the million
I want a billion n*gga, so that's on God I ain't chillin'

Yeah, ha ha, Perc-y, Perc-y, dirty soda
Ayy, only talk bags on the Motorola
Ayy, push the Hellcat like an old Corolla
Ayy, I'ma let these racks talk for me n*gga
B*tch I done ride with the shooters, ayy
Made my cousin a killer
In the '15, I was neighborhood drug dealer
I'm so cold hearted, I can't show no love, n*gga
But I fuuk that b*tch to PARTYNEXTDOOR, "Persian Rugs", n*gga, uh
Bought a brand new AP, it was fifty thousand total
It feel like the Flu Game, when I sold out the Novo
I had to finesse and get the bag, I had mad dough though
If he ain't try and go get the safe, I get it crackin' solo