I feel like Superman, she off Percs, she gon' bite me I think I'm Baby Smoove, not 2020, 2019 I put a lot of lean in my cream soda, it taste like ice cream I made a quarter mil' this week, you was at home playin' MyTeam I don't got no feelings, sike, naw, I do a lil' bit I told her ass she give me an M, she can get a kiss Throwin' bullets at some pussy niggas, I'll never miss That shit taste like my toothpaste, I can't drink Tris Fifty with a switch, when I come, you better hit the floor Soon as you think a nigga done, here come fifty more Been done shot you in your wrist soon as you tried to use your pole Eleven hundred for my hoodie, swear to God I bought eleven more I could put you on, I can make you rich I can get you killed, I can send a— yeah The millions comin' in, shit, now I'm feelin' rich It ain't nowhere that I can go, everybody want a pic I eat wagyu steak, she can get filet Them niggas broke as hell, have his man set the play I got head in Florence, that shit feel amazing How you know she fuckin' everybody and that don't make you angry? Your BM don't like you, she wish that was my baby Forty pairs of Amiris, each one twelve-eighty I eat lamb chops, she feed me dessert like a baby And I'm ridin' around with my dirty chopper, it do favors And I'm ridin' around in a new Bimmer And my new bitch, she gon' do whatever Fran', Franchise, Franchise