(Ayy, Melly, what the fuck is that?) I like bad shit, fine shit If that head hypnotic, then that's my bitch Pull up on some yeah's, tryna find out what the vibe is Lil' cuz steer me left, it ain't no rightin' him You had to write them statements down, it ain't no typin' them I got Wally's bins, Target bins and some Myers bins Fucked all my tires up doin' the full up tireman Oh, you think you geekin'? I'll show you what the highest is Had to get a fresh breath of air, I got too high in here Back in high school was hittin' hoes from Cass Tech' and [?] Shit, Huron all the way to Pioneer Romulus to Belleville, shit, I had a couple bops Lincoln, Nipsey, Willow, Rush, shit, I had a couple thots You would think I'm in the candy isle how I truffle shop Takin' sips out my pop, Do she love me? Love me not Ayy, lil' cuz a bitch, can't even trust a shot I done had enough of yop, all I trust is guap Mike Amiri Crämer, came a long way from stuffin' rocks I'm high as hell, ha-na, ha-na, ha-na, ha Ha-na, ha-na, ha-na, hit yo' block with ba-ba-bas Bitch think that life a fairy tale, it ain't no la-la-las Bein' broke a joke, and pussy, y'all some ha-ha-has Countin' through a dub, it's finna be a breeze, HaHa Davis Pull up with some Reggie and get beat (Like a ham) Pull up with some Reggie and get beat, this a zaza sanction I don't want no FO Sachi, bitch, I'm a Prada player Hope he know his bitch really ours, shit, that's dada baby That's too lady like won't see me cop Mercedes I'ma spectate in that Spectre 'fore I drop a Wraithy Short a hand, .7, bitch, that's not a eighty Free Baby Ghost, he'll show you that you not so crazy It's just me and Reezy Pour a seven in the two and we ain't even sleepy You gon' have to believe me My bitch want the shrimp scampi, shit, I'ma have the linguine I don't know about you, but shit, I'm a capital P it Blood pull up with that little 'K, but he capital B-ing Sturdy pull up SERENADES, but me, bitch, I'm KAPITAL jeaning You a Capitol DC-er, stop cappin' on Neimans Four pockets full, the bitch let me wham in the Demon It's a GRAMMY I'm reachin' for, but it ain't far Seven ARPs, five Glocks, six ARs They like, "Tron, go to bed", what's the time, 6 a.m.? D$M, they markin' territories when they lift they legs, shh I guarantee the opps finna miss they friends Shout out to the hoes that sit in the crib and get they bread Shit, someone laced they drink, someone hit they red If a fifty on they top, I bet that someone hit they head for me My bitch a ten, but the head, that's especially I guess I'm bougie now, I'm buyin' all expensive tings Expensive watch, expensive chain, expensive ring Expensive grill, lil' bitch, I got expensive teeth Expensive Buffs, so cold, we need expensive Minks Expensive leaf, expensive weed, and expensive drinks Expensive crib, you know the garage got expensive V's Junkie only want designer drugs, he an expensive fiend Expensive jeans, expensive sneaks, and expensive tees THC in the vape, this an expensive breeze The stamps Chinese, boy, these the expensive P's Huh, hey This a hunnid-dollar punch, that's an expensive piece Huh, hey Basicially it's safe to say that I live expensively It's stars all around the roof, nebula Why the fuck you talkin' 'bout we kin, I never met you, bruh It's time for you to step it up, fuck that elevator Bitch' pussy bomb, but that mouth, that's the detonator Fuck a back and forth, I ain't a professional tennis player Gotta stack and act it like a professional Tetris player Take the wrong breath around the gang, you need a ventilator Hmm, hmm, hmm, nyah