Rok on the track, yeah Oh yeah, let's go, Kay9 Yes supply I can ball like NBA but I don't fuck with NBA I can stick slimeballs on you, and I ain't puttin' fire on your waist I pay a ten just for a hit, extra just for your face I pray to God after I did it, yeah, it was a closed case Yeah, and I'm flossin' on a bitch, I drive a Range in the rain I put a good one on the dick, yeah, she gon' fuck on my name No, I don't care 'bout buildin' some' up, I'm endurin' the pain Tryna stay the same playin' with Lil Gotit and I go insane, yeah Ridin' round with two Glocks, Maybach got no top Crack rocks in my Gucci socks, runnin' money up on the opp Came a long way, I'm on my way Couple thousand for these Cartier, these fake love in my face F&N for a fuck nigga, get the fuck niggas out the way Pretty bitches at the penthouse gon' fuck whoever I say Still ain't been sleepin', been days Thick lil' foreign bitch look Asian Kick, Liu Kang, bitch, she basic Got the bitch comin' back like Js Never play Madden but I got plays Work your bitch like she my slave Adderal hit y'all like the bass Lost my brother, tatted my face Came from the bottom, somethin' like Ace Standin' on couches, only pour Ace Screamin', "Fuck the crackers," took 'em on a chase They can't stop up, we the wave, yeah, yeah I can ball like NBA but I don't fuck with NBA I can stick slimeballs on you, and I ain't puttin' fire on your waist I pay a ten just for a hit, extra just for your face I pray to God after I did it, yeah, it was a closed case Yeah, and I'm flossin' on a bitch, I drive a Range in the rain I put a good one on the dick, yeah, she gon' fuck on my name No, I don't care 'bout buildin' some' up, I'm endurin' the pain Tryna stay the same playin' with Lil Gotit and I go insane, yeah I go insane with ya main bitch I go insane with a flooded wrist Go insane with the drippin' I ain't die young like Roddy Ricch I drink Hennessy all day, long as I still get profit I'm in trap like all day long, ain't no denyin' me I whip that white like Santana I give these lil' bitty hoes some manners, heh I give these hoes some leeway, then they Instagram me I don't even know why, I don't want yo wife dawg Calm down, please be quiet I could been fucked her jaw, nah, this money ain't lyin' Nah, I won't tell you the truth, know Lil Keed be lyin' I protect the truth, shit, even when I'm dyin' I told my lil' girl, "Don't cry, shit, I get millions, tryna get the billions" I can ball like NBA but I don't fuck with NBA I can stick slimeballs on you, and I ain't puttin' fire on your waist I pay a ten just for a hit, extra just for your face I pray to God after I did it, yeah, it was a closed case Yeah, and I'm flossin' on a bitch, I drive a Range in the rain I put a good one on the dick, yeah, she gon' fuck on my name No, I don't care 'bout buildin' some' up, I'm endurin' the pain Tryna stay the same playin' with Lil Gotit and I go insane, yeah