Fucking vibes We gotta roll I'm a fucking star, man You know what I'm saying Brr Superstar status Yung Wade Brown on my kid I'm wearing hearts, they all chrome I told my main bitch, "Hold up" Know I'ma ride with that pole, ho Pour up a four of Cuatro Know if I make it, we all shine Put in the work, you crunch time Cut through the bag, I'm never in line Starving, we jumping the lunch line Walk up on hunters, it's all fine Bad little bitch, so fine Girl suck the D, I know mine We gonna keep it so slime Yes, I'm a dog, you know I'm gon' lie Yes, we riding with all the fire Put him on first 48, then I believe in your alibi Yeah, yeah, I'm not the same nigga I throw these bands at you I throw these bands at the lung This nigga cap Rap City, this nigga cap Tigger Nah, I don't take pictures, but I will get your shit took Stomach backwood full of runs, need Visine Bulletproof truck, meet us where we flying in Way past 10, you burned out, boy, you frying Yeah, bring the pie in, know I get slices Yeah, bring the pie in, break down all the pieces Bring the pie in, boy, you getting blicked No tight end, money don't miss it I'm living high-end shit I came from the trenches I'm wearing hearts, they all chrome I told my main bitch, "Hold up" Know I'ma ride with that pole, ho Pour up a four of Cuatro Know if I make it, we all shine Put in the work, you crunch time Cut through the bag, I'm never in line Starving, we jumping the lunch line Walk up on hunters, it's all fine Bad little bitch, so fine Girl suck the D, I know mine We gonna keep it so slime Yes, I'm a dog, you know I'm gon' lie Yes, we riding with all the fire Put him on first 48, then I believe in your alibi Ha, pull up, I'm having to Yeah, you down bad, shame on you Ooh, you play with my cash, I shoot at your group Don't play with my money Straight to the block, start from the stoop Ew I'm in the truck, fuck is a coupe Yeow Yeah I'm the real deal, they ain't tired of him They ain't tired of him I sell pharmacy, but I ain't tired of seals I got a cold heart, ain't got no time to chill Bitch, this Mozart, you see this shit for real Talkin' big dog, got no puppies They my kids Lil K probably fry you like he got no oven This a Off-White rugby I'm wearing hearts, they all chrome I told my main bitch, "Hold up" Know I'ma ride with that pole, ho Pour up a four of Cuatro Know if I make it, we all shine Put in the work, you crunch time Cut through the bag, I'm never in line Starving, we jumping the lunch line Walk up on hunters, it's all fine Bad little bitch, so fine Girl suck the D, I know mine We gonna keep it so slime Yes, I'm a dog, you know I'm gon' lie Yes, we riding with all the fire Put him on first 48, then I believe in your alibi