Nito, what up, my nigga? What up, Nito? (Nyah) I turn my jeans to-, ayy Yeah I turn my jeans to the morgue I can talk to Jaden Ivey, seats on the floor He K-rollin', might as well drink bleach by the four Mind full of money clouds, I ain't gon' think 'bout a whore Like a game of golf, I just let life run its course We just took the whole [?] off, but it's a hunnid more I do magic Dumbledore, I'm talkin' Aberforth They ain't cuttin' in the beef, them boys some plastic forks Scorin' on the opps, and if I miss, bro gon' attack the boards If you catch me ninety-day grindin', then I'm actin' poor This a Lamb', not a Porsche, this a cap, not four You won't catch me at the thrift shop, bitch, I ain't Macklemore Self-scannin' with a punch, lil' boy, I'll tap galore Everybody gettin' backdoored, I guess that that's the norm It's over seven million scattered on the mansion's floor Took yo' last hunnid in the club like, "What you dancin' for?" Heard yo' mans was ten toes, he ain't feet on land no more You ain't really movin' work, you chillin' in the bando bored Lil' fuzz went and hit a hat, attaboy Runnin' up the bands and stay in shape, huh, trapezoid Why you still got old Glockies? We tote tapper toys You wake up and live a life that you can't half-enjoy It's fucked up that you ain't have a choice The wood grain pack-a-punch, no, I ain't packin' joints I'ma play Lenox for 'bout a month and then it's back to 'Troit You had one punch hit for food and now it's back to voids Haha, you'll probably die from starvation, huh? You ridin' 'round stock engine, oh, yo' car basic, huh? Everybody dick-suckers, had to start facin' lawyers We slam 'em through the floor like, "Why y'all start chasin' sluts?" I cover up my bitch' heartaches with Hutch If Militia isn't on yo' slip, that parlay is fucked All you do is play yo' mind, at the arcade just stuck I be fallin' asleep standin' up, I darkframed my buffs You would think lil' fuzz was Chester, pull up, start flamin' stuff Feelin' like Sylvester, Rocky vibes, how I play the punch What's in yo' pocket? 'Cause it ain't a buck And it ain't a gun, you a major chump Bro a booter, he stay with the jigger like Beyoncé Ridin' in a Uber, five hundred racks, me and D'Andre I got lil' fuzz doin' fraud, they think his name Kante Death before dishonour, gotta know, this shit beyond me And shoot OT and leave the spot unlocked, my crib Beyoncé My passport gettin' stamped up, this shit beyond states The 'mojis could never fuck with me, this shit beyond age I'm beyond paid, ayy, nyah (Nito, what up, my nigga?) Damn, the beat done already? Yo' bitch want some wood, talkin' 'bout, "Bring that tree trunk already" 'Fore you even try to run it, yo' feet stunk already I told you "Chill out", why you fucked that piece up already? In the kitchen, boy, you gotta another sheesh cut with fetty Quarter ticket, whip paid, why you leasin' the Chevy? You hear that T-rex around, then that's the beast of the belly That's SBDSM, double 7 Double 7, double 7 Nyah