I'm the youngest in charge, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Told them I'm the youngest in charge, huh, bitch, look (a-a-a-aye Melly, what the fuck is this?) Bitch I'm the youngest in charge At the counter, with the clerk, punchin' in cards Wanted six figures, now I need a hunnid Ms large You can't make the first down, I'm comin' ten yards Think you fuckin' with the gang, you coming' fent' bars Boy you know you laced Talkin' bout you doin' this and that but boy you know you ain't He in here cappin', all that hat, that shit ridiculous Too much guala in the skinnies, couldn't fit the blick in it (damn, twenty-eight skinny) 5.56 with the green tips, feel like Iayze Leavin' out the cleaners fresh to death, feel like Ace Za smoke, burnin' in my eyes, feel like mace This a V12, but I don't feel like racin' Ain't no bitches, dead prezis what I feel like chasin' Out in Cali, all these flavors, shit I feel like facin' It's some voodoo in our double cups, gang feel like Hatians Every sip muddy, five percent wrapped around the whip off mirror tint buffies Why the fuck when you get money people get funny Them dolla signs'll show their true colors 2022 ours, tell 'em pick a new summer (Fuck! Shit!) Enhanced fake ID, I'm finna fly to Europe Granny think it's Kool-Aid, but this a pint of syrup (yeah, I done grew up granny, look, alright) I'm just tryna get rich, three commas type shit Used to walk around broke, three dollas type shit I'm just ridin' round dolo, three choppas type shit (oh my god) NHLs came round, iced up type shit We just piped him down, he was piped up type shit Don't mug, you get to live life once type shit I was down, but I had to climb up type shit (type shit, damn) You internet thuggin', I ain't finna type shit bro Adonis, we'll pull up with that baby drac' Charged up off a 'yerky, bet' not try shit bro In Milwaukee, chargin' Giannis for a pint of Quagy, aye They ask how I do it, shit I'm turnt type shit No traction in this bitch, I'm finna swerve type shit Fuck the US, the hottest on the earth type shit Dirty Faygo got me slurrin' all my words like shit Come get the bag off You a rookie, you can't even try to trash talk me Two cups from Dunkin' Donuts, I ain't grab coffee I just left the lot, you know I told them bitches Trackhawk me Two-forty on the dash type shit Pop out with a fifty ball just to flash type shit Gangaroonie in the back, they can match type shit Supreme coat, off the backpack type shit Freestyle type shit, no, I ain't write shit Type shit Type shit Amiri jeans, bitch, that type- Bet' not try to type shit ShittyBoyz