(Neilaworld) Yeah, I pop a xan, and I pop your mans And I pop out on the scene Look at my neck, look at my wrist, you know my shit go bling I been' pulling them racks, and spending them with my team I just pulled up with my junkie bitch, she snort coke in Celine I just walked down on a rapper, took his chain 'cause he green I don't fuck with none of these rappers, anyway, 'whatchu mean? Tote that AR-15, can't even fit in my jeans I'm gon' blow up before I think he gon' go, pop out on the scene Say he want smoke, now that boy got cancer, now that boy can't breathe Bitch I'm on go, if you wanna fight, I'll knock out your teeth Fuck your hoe, she might not do it for you Yeah, but for me, that bitch on go I got a Glock 42 and an AR-15, bitch I'm gonna blow You niggas know what it do, these niggas know what's up These niggas be hoes Eat a nigga up like fruity loops, beat a nigga like FL Studio Yeah, that's what I charge for a hook, but I ain't let no hooks go for the low And if I tell you, that shit for the low, then imma' finesse you Ain't no Ken Car$on features, by myself, I run that bitch, yeah By myself I get that money, by myself yeah, I don't need ya This a Maybach, not a KIA Yeah, that's my swag Every day I go on a shopping spree, everyday I pop new tags Yeah, I pop a xan, and I pop your mans And I pop out on the scene Look at my neck, look at my wrist, you know my shit go bling I been' pulling them racks, and spending them with my team I just pulled up with my junkie bitch, she snort coke in Celine I just walked down on a rapper, took his chain 'cause he green I don't fuck with none of these rappers, anyway, 'whatchu mean? Tote that AR-15, can't even fit in my jeans I'm gon' blow up before I think he gon' go, pop out on the scene