Two tone Patek Phillipe on my wrist, better not play me that list Just in case that boy might send a blitz, then we in the sprinter with sticks They say Shimmy stay focused on rap like I'm still ridin around catchin licks Why the fuck they want me in the mix? Mr. Fetty with the dough gettin mixed Can't go broke I gotta stack up my chips Choppa got kick but that bitch need a grip Since you want kids put a few on her lip In the booth with 20 round in my clip I just hit for 30 bands in one lick (Oooh oohh) I know everything not what it seem Gotta buy that new glizzy a beam 456 hit that boy Billie Jean Hit the top that shit get epic, extreme Boy them zombies step on shit, what you mean? They gon wack him but the won't make a scene Just wanna eat her shit, taste like Krispy Kreme She so wet don't need no milk, water Pass the rock off to my mans like a center You ain't [?] then you a pretender Them the niggas [?] If you owe me then pay up Just wanna fuck, I don't wanna lay up I can not bump my K up We sendin blitzes like the mayor I done witnessed homicide, homies turnin slime Now I'm on my way up I ain't never drop a dime, lost a hundred times But I never gave up Two tone Patek Phillipe on my wrist, better not play me that list Just in case that boy might send a blitz, then we in the sprinter with sticks They say Shimmy stay focused on rap like I'm still ridin around catchin licks Why the fuck they want me in the mix? Mr. Fetty with the dough gettin mixed Can't go broke I gotta stack up my chips