G6, yeah Got this shit jumpin' like a crackhouse, Rovers and them 'Lacs out Ballin' like Stackhouse, talk shit, get packed out I was on a money chase, yeah, I took that fast route All these rappers garbage to me, time to take the trash out Rappers claimin' they rich before they take their tax out Black card swipin' shit, and could never max out 50 for the walk-through, you know that it's packed out If I do a show in your city, that's a packed house Tryna mack on Jordyn Woods, slid into her DM twice Tryna see what that be like, told her I could change her life Call my nigga Tip, like, "Is it cool to wear this Gucci now?" 'Cause this Gucci shirt been in my closet hanging for a while Hit Miami just to get a tan, then I bounce back Designer on my feet, and a name, you can't pronounce that Call my weed man like "I need weed and you can ounce that And dawg, after I smoke it down, you know I'm coming right back" 32 years old, my nigga, but I'll still look 16 Chunkin' up the 5, nigga, you know what that shit mean Bullet never on me, it's on the homie, hands stay clean Side bitch trippin' on me, always wanna make a scene So I take that bitch shoppin', shut up all that hollerin' Fashion Nova plus some good dick solve all her problems when She be gettin' on my nerves, dawg, hit her with the curve, dawg Love the way she throw that pussy at me like a curveball Crap table, yeah, I had to double up (Double up) All my bitches bad and they down to fuck (Down to fuck) Every time I drop you know that's platinum plus (Platinum plus) Bosses at the table, you can't sit with us I thought I told you, boy, you know that it's over, boy Had the biggest comeback, feeling like I'm Soulja Boy (Who, Draco?) Took a couple months off, nigga, I was gettin' bored Two-hundred-thou' a show just for me to go on tour Talk shit but back it up, money come, we bag it up Five million, six million, eight million, boy, I'm up Jail cell this year, I've been through a lot of shit Nigga tried to sabotage the name but y'all ain't stoppin' shit Pimpin' told me some ho on the music, dawg, just drop the shit Told him I was nervous, I was thinkin' twice 'bout droppin' it Got a couple label meetings, album, yeah, shoppin' it Y'all been begging for this shit, I hope you muh'fuckas coppin' it I'm in Queens, nigga, shoppin' at the Coliseum Walkin' outta GB's in some kicks you never seen (Queens) Street corner store, you know where I'm close to that Bad bitch, fat ass, walkin' past a laundromat Short shorts, all that, said her name was Britney She be hangin' out in Baisley, she probably fucked 50 Hold up, let that bitch breathe...a'ight, let's get to it Say you gettin' money but your team starvin' Custom chain and watch, it came from Ben Baller Ex-fiancée on my line, this bitch still callin' Shit, I wonder if her nigga know she still stalkin' Brrr, brrr, brrr, nah, I ain't pickin' up Send her straight to voicemail like I don't give a fuck A lot of goals I gotta reach and I ain't lettin' up Call Smack, I need a battle, yeah, the bet is up