I don't want a head, I ain't tuckin' a bag I cover my ears, I hop in a Lam, I'm switchin' the gears My b**ches ballin', make these n*****s cheer Out of my baguettes with a crushed face I leave a b**ch mad with a stuck face Who the f**k y'all f**kin' playin' with anyways? City girls makin' wish like Ray J Let me talk to him All these n*****s wanna f**k JT Hellcat, this a SRT Pull up G-Wag, 63 Make a 55, s**t, they cheap He wanna menage with a new body Man, you n*****s can't f**k with me I ain't f**kin' with nobody I ain't f**kin' with nobody I ain't f**kin' with nobody I ain't f**kin' with nobody I tell her shut the f**k up when I hit it F**k hell, she just did it I'm really f**kin' around with this lil' boo on the low with the f**k But he said I couldn't hear him I speak to him while I drive I'ma s**t in my ride Had a handful of hair while I'm starin' She ribbin' off my mirrors She love to get empty She pull up on the Perry I thought somebody said, That's your wifey, dawg F**k everybody, don't like him, all His b**t done me Cause I f**ked like a dog I got that d**k, don't wait me off I hop out the back seat, just like a boss I two-tone the Maybach My seat's round, I'm Reagan It came with the pillow, I came from the pavement Thought somebody said I ain't made it Huh? What? Uh, I thought a bro said somethin' Talk with them, but they still ain't sayin' nothin' We gon' trap this b**t out' till the Feds come Run it up, run it up Huh? What'd she say? Uh, I thought a b**t said somethin' How it go when I'm talkin', you listen Cut her off, cause she spoke on the business You broke, b**t, you ain't sayin' nothin' When I hold up my wrist, it's sayin' somethin' Young n**a, he know cause he payin' somethin' I bought on these b**t like M1 Swish, I'm a s**t QC the clique, we rich as a b**t, yeah, ayy Miami, I'm lit, Patek on my wrist Bottle of drip, my jewelry sick, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, I thought a n**a would watch what I do But he can't get his b**t back sayin' somethin' Is it true that he postin' another n**a money? Probably, I'ma put that past him Maybe so I thought a n**a that be speakin' on me But be f**kin' a broke n**a sayin' somethin' Listen, whole lil' n**a get a n**a that's lit I'm the whole loaf, he the breadcrumb Go! Rappers with these mixed feelings What? I ain't f**kin' with him Nope Like a Richard Mille, let me know what time it is Bag where the run sit? Huh? Know you got it on, you're supposed to be smell-proof Bustin' out the back, I'm still Deed a n**a, lil' boy, child, it's Fisher Price Confident, I'm not cocky, so get it right She been in Nova, but I want some n**a first I don't even wanna know what the b**t like Trippin' too close to fallin', so I'm ballin' It's crazy, my opp got shot, but I ain't callin' Psyche, slow up I come around, n**a, go put that n**a up These b**tas stay on my channel, yeah Must've seen me on TV, yeah It took me six hours to count a mill exactly I'm accurate with that cheese, yeah Big bag, huh? What? Uh, I thought a broke n**a sayin' somethin' Talkin' s**t, but they still ain't sayin' nothin' We gon' trap these b**tas till the feds come Round it up, round it up, huh? What she say? Uh, I thought a b**ta sayin' somethin' I go when I'm talkin', you listen Cut her off, cause she spoke on the business