These ain't no guest jeans, I dropped out of school, I'm still getting mad, but n***a, don't test me I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried to finesse me Still runnin' around with that bling, yeah, I hope they don't catch me Police had raided our spot, so we went to the next street Hell, I gon' dime, as soon as it pop, I'm gon' retire that He say I'm hard, and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless We in Miami, in the middle of the winter, and we on them jet skis If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' and cattin', I'm workin' the red keys I cannot mention my homies inside of my song, cause I know they be trappin' a lot I can't keep takin' these pills when I'm in the trenches, they say I be cappin' a lot I know a n***a who said he got rich off the dope, but I know he be actin' a lot I know some n****s who said that they took down the city, but n****s be lackin' a lot, yeah That shit was our food, n***a had that dog food That day they shot you, I slid on a mongoose You could not come back around me, you turned your back on me, I cannot forget The police was lyin', they said that they caught you, but n***a, they made you admit Your name was fine, you put in that work, they took your stick, lil' bitch Fuck my opps, they be on my dick, they all be mad we rich Under 25, livin' like a boss, ridin' round with a chauffeur I don't sell drugs, still be paranoid, keep lookin' over my shoulder N****s lyin' like I'm stealin' swag, boy, that's my shit like I wrote it These rappers really nice as hell, I'm a different n***a when I'm pissed off Many say he gon' press up on who, I'ma get the steal like I'm Chris Paul Back to back suburbans, I'm a big dog, I was in the slum servin' fentanyl Zombieland junkies hoppin' with drones, I been gettin' to a lot of missed calls Turn it off, what the fuck is he talkin' about? I should slap you for sayin' he hottest me I don't know who can fuck with me, honestly, they know I'm the man, so they watchin' me Different color bands like Monopoly, many must not be usin' his hair If he thinkin' I don't keep a Glock with me, that's like suicide If you play with us, got a better chance at the lottery Call an ambulance from that chopper suite, make the crowd dance choreography Once I got a plan, then no stoppin' me, three-car garage, million-dollar crib With a foreign bitch ridin' on top of me, lotta people done said I'm on B-shit Well, I guess they owe me an apology These ain't no gas jeans, I dropped out of school I'm still gettin' mad, but a n***a don't test me I played to the left, they went to the right, they tryna finesse me Still ridin' around with that blinky, I hope they don't catch me Police at a raided-out spot, so he went to the next street Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop, I'm goin' retarded He say I'm hard and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless We in Miami, the middle of the winter and we on them jet skis If we in Atlanta, I'm ridin' a Cadillac, workin' the red key