Yeah, 360 boy, know what I'm sayin'? The Pope livin', hehe, nah 60—yeah Yeah, yeah 360, uh, hrrrt, whoo (Taurus) Yeah, yeah, 360 boy, hrrrt Yeah 360, ah, 360, hrrrt 60 carat my neck Showin' my muscle, I can't wait to flex My Glick got a button so you know the rest I hit the trigger, know, "Hrrrt, hah" I hit that "Hrrrt," yeah and he die Losin' a brother like losin' yo' mind Just to have him back, I'll give up my spine Whips back-to-back, I'm on that Pope time Yeah, don't sleep on this shit Go flush out a Xan I'm new to yo' city, I'm fresh out a plane Yeah, you get lil' bro-ed, ain't snatchin' no chain Stood at McDonald's begging for the fame Wanted the money too, ain't no lame Watches, ain't no Ricky, go insane Stop it, ain't no rocking, we can't hang Stop it, I see you tellin' on the gang Stop it, 4, 5, 6, seen a pot, stock it My ho got my blick in her wig, rocket HoodBaby, he came from the trenches They speak on me highly If I speak on that bitch, she got mob sliders She Maybach-ing bouncin' I'm in and I'm out it I come through rockin' more rings than a Audi Do my own [?], I don't care for the signin' I'm in Givenchy taking me a piss Look like a rich nigga on a bitch Heartbreaker kid, [?] Heartstoppers in the clip on the blick I ain't got a problem, turn up my bitch She a bitch in the bitch and yo' bitch in that bi'h I ain't got a problem, stay out the mix I ain't never pressed the beef 'bout a chick Huh, yeah, feelin' yo' bitch and I'm feelin' myself, I'm offic' with no ref' (60—yeah) Step on they necks and ain't leavin' no breath (Yeah, yeah) Fuck a handout, we ain't needing no help (360, uh, hrrrt, whoo) Ball number nine, she tryn' smell like a player (Yeah, yeah) They drop a [?], them boys are for real (360 boy, hrrrt) Pillow-talkin', pussy, can get you killed (Yeah) Never take it off, I put on that drip (360, ah, 360, hrrrt) Tell me what you livin' like? (Pope) Tell me who you do it like? (Pope) Tell me what you ridin' like? (Pope) Tell me who you shoot it like? (Pope) Hermès braces on my bitches, they gentle Applying this D, yeah I fuck with her mental They thought I was gon' fall but I'm Mr. December But I'm a star, rockstar Jimi Hendrix White tee, had to pipe up my image And take care my blemishes Bitch you ain't feelin' me? As close as it touches, my words is infinity Yeah, where I'm from, niggas talk to a enemy I was raised up off of morals and premises Big player if I wanna go get the bitch Hood nigga, if she 'round me, no clingy shit If she stay down, her wrist gon' be bling-y hit Feelin' yo' bitch and I'm feelin' myself, I'm offic' with no ref' Step on they necks and ain't leavin' no breath Fuck a handout, we ain't needing no help Ball number nine, she tryn' smell like a player They drop a [?], them boys are for real Pillow-talkin', pussy, can get you killed Never take it off, I put on that drip Pope Pope Pope Pope Pope Pope Pope Pope