Grah Drilloholic Grah grah, grah grah Josh Get money Uh Grah grah Like, look Airplane mode when I'm out on them hits My bitch be thinking I'm cheating and shit Nah, I'm just with Nina and shit Water, Aquafina the drip Other niggas probably jacking my hits I don't look for no recognition in that shit EBK, I'm the definition of that shit I can't get to politickin' with a bitch She gon' eat me all up out the drip 'Cause I can't get naked in a bitch crib I can't say half the shit that I did Niggas know I ball, two eye Got my daughter tatted right on my rib Left from the county to the island The binger was nasty I was quiet just looking around and totin' on Jackie In the Pumas, I came with Patakis I got 'em white, but I needed 'em blacky Always gon' say I'm good if you ask me Bitches know I'm the wave like Max B Hella good, I be right where the Makks be Niggas seen me and said I ain't on that That's the niggas that's walking right past me That's the niggas that dont wanna, look— They just want clout, so they saying my name I just want the money, I'll give you the fame I'll give you my life 'fore I'll give you my chain And you better keep sitchy if you jacking gang Know it get sticky don't think it's a game, like Look Said you know it get sticky don't think it's a— Uh, like I know you outside, that's why you got shot I keep it with me, that's why I got knocked You flex too much and that's why you got got Talked too much and that's how I got dropped They talking dirty, that's why I brought mops Most of these niggas is fans, not opps They see me in person and really be shocked Cause them niggas ain't know how I rock I told Gabe that I'm coming to rap These niggas coming up here to make tracks They screaming and dancing and puttin' on acts Smoking on niggas they ain't put in packs I could teach niggas how to get racks I could teach niggas how to go trap I could teach niggas how to get back And you better score if you see me lack I don't wanna hear no woulda, coulda shit Niggas know what they shoulda did I don't wanna hear no woulda, coulda shit Niggas know what they— And these niggas corny, they tryna flex like they did it before me When we start shooting, these bitches be screaming and running like they up on Mory I love my Spanish mamis when they call me papi And they say that I'm gorgeous The shit in my closet, you cannot afford this I just hope that one day I'm on Forbes List And we treating Civics like its Porsches First time on a drill I got nauseous Said we treating Civics like its Porsches First time on a drill I got nauseous, like Grah grah They know who started all that shit Legs, like, sitchy, grah grah boom The motivation back Grah, grah, grah grah Free the guys