Hermes silk, that long-sleeve Versace (DTB, that's a slap) Play with me, get killed, put cheese on your salami Off-White Chucks, all-black bikers Dagger in my hoodie for the opps that's behind me You got hella followers, I got hella bands You trick on a bitch, I put on my mans You be telling lies about me, capping to your friends (Huh) You think I'm your opp when really you a fan Ayy, my demon ways got me traumatized Won't hesitate to grab a nigga if he switch sides Huh, you a opp, you get deep fried Me and Mike baking niggas like they bean pies Huh, these just hay runners I'll freeze a nigga in the middle of the summer Don't get wacked over a bitch, put six feet under Ran out right before the serve, bitch boy, that's a bummer Huh, me and Dutch back-to-back in coupes Can't tell which one a sucker, smacked the whole group Original shot caller, they call me the president Jaw jack him, got him sent to wherever my daddy went Me- me and Dutch back-to-back in coupes Can't tell which one a sucker, smacked the whole group Original shot caller, they call me the president Jaw jack him, got him sent to wherever my daddy went Hermes silk, that long-sleeve Versace (DTB, that's a slap) Play with me, get killed, put cheese on your salami Off-White Chucks, all-black bikers Dagger in my hoodie for the opps that's behind me You got hella followers, I got hella bands You trick on a bitch, I put on my mans You be telling lies about me, capping to your friends (Huh) You think I'm your opp when really you a fan We pulled up at tippy, looking for some Rugers Warning for them niggas who be turnt up on computers All under my comments like I ain't under noses Thought I was in Queens but I was up in Oakland Bitch bought me a Rollie, papers on the shit I told her, "Take it back, I'd rather take the chips" Dom, check it out, I need a quick favor Call your jaguars, I feel like hunting down gators I don't want a dime, I just want a spank I want her to know that I got power, I got rank I wanna see your daddy and your mama cry I'ma kill my blood cousin for a dime Yeah Me- me and Dutch back-to-back in coupes Can't tell which one a sucker, smacked the whole group Original shot caller, they call me the president Jaw jack him, got him sent to wherever my daddy went Me- me and Dutch back-to-back in coupes Can't tell which one a sucker, smacked the whole group Original shot caller, they call me the president Jaw jack him, got him sent to wherever my daddy went Hermes silk, that long-sleeve Versace Play with me, get killed, put cheese on your salami Off-White Chucks, all-black bikers Dagger in my hoodie for the opps that's behind me You got hella followers, I got hella bands You trick on a bitch, I put on my mans You be telling lies about me, capping to your friends (Huh) You think I'm your opp when really you a fan Ayy, nigga, this Dom Don't mistake me for one of these rappers, nigga, I'm just a nigga that know how to rap Huh, don't get grabbed (Don't get grabbed, don't get grabbed)