Well well well well If it isn't mister fool's gold, mister gold plated DTB on the beat, that's bro Doin' eighty down Labray and Lightyear [?] FaceTime with Guapdad 4K, showin' off my cleats So fuckin' high, can't close my eyes, and I can't even think I feel like Future when he made Harley and ate that bean Rap niggas want the fame, that's a goddamn shame Kill ape jacket, mini-jeans and a Highline chain Play 2K, fuck weak bitches, and brush them waves That princess cut Jesus piece on got him thinkin' he safe That ain't eczema, that's a chain that gave you a rash Your partner's shit real but I bet he ain't got no cash Niggas gon' fake it to they grave just to get that ass Jail ass niggas always talkin' 'bout what they had I can't believe you took a pic with that lil ass bag Don't even know you but that shit really made me mad Pimp this, pimp that, but you out here trickin' Take out the trash 'fore Ma Dukes give your ass the whippin' Niggas ain't never spent two months worth of rent at the Saks I watched Lil Tyrone cop a house to the neck off packs Foothill lookin' like a dyke club with all them straps Put your gun down like Craig, that's it and get whacked All that Mayweather Ali hand throwin' is old Put a price on my head, bet it won't get sold Dip your chain in some water, prove it's real gold Go ask them gangsters in your hood if I ever got hoed Go ask the coldest pimp you know if I really stand toes Let's play a game called show me, whip out your cheese Niggas got chargers, wallets, lint, more lint Carmex, fourteen dollars, and a dream in them broke ass jeans Look around at what I built, they know I'm all about it Might flip pack on DL but never talk about it The only one that know it's me, I ain't told no one else You all for the 'Gram 'til you go down, you done told on yourself Top floor all Caucasian, I'm the hype though My daddy was a Panther, give a fuck about these white folks Black and beautiful, I'm the owner, that's unusual I could've hired your mama, had that bitch all in the cubicle They throw money at me 'cause my talent indisputable Luckily I'm musical but still got pharmacueticals, uh-huh Lookin' at you niggas, you a boy band, why 'Cause you be on the gram with your boy bands Backstreet ass niggas, in sync with that fraud shit I run big play, I get burned like a wall sit One funny move, have my young niggas called up Run through your crib then get dipped like it's salsa, uh-huh Thank you, very much, yeah BLACK, what's the deal my baby? Hey, outcall for five hundred, let her keep two Spent your motherfuckin' rent on a jump shoe Makin' plays, avoiding 12, I'm tryna be smooth Police tryna catch me with that ratchet like the green room Skrrt skrrt, actin' bad, forty in my hand Pull up and whack niggas like Jody and his mans White twenty-ball on me, courtesy of scams Gotta keep that Tommy close, Martin, Gina, Pam Couple people rooted for me 'til I took off, huh Some ain't start rooting 'til I took off Riding with that big motherfucker like I'm Rudolph Y'all niggas lame as hell and y'all look soft Ass full of stretch marks and it's soft as hell Soon as I bust this nut, bitch go talk to Mel Care package on his head, get him offed in jail Nigga I ball like I lost my scales Real niggas with me, it's hereditary Five-six-seven-four, bitch we legendary Out here in the field like the secondary You ain't got no thirty on you like February Flashing guns all on Insta, I'm still not convinced Crib full of dog food like I'm Michael Vick I won't take the trash out if I ain't got the stick If police use my raps in court then I'm out this bitch