Oh, oh [?] on the track again FBI I stay on the trap, babe, diamonds shining on my watch, eh I been fucking on your door, eh, I'm on my grind, I can't stop, eh Niggas ain't trying to clap, eh, say you're real but you're not, eh Life gonna make you hot, eh, I've been on this here just spinning blocks, yeah Oh no, niggas know my name 'Cause I let them ball I've never been alane Even when I could change your fraud You lookin' at my chain 'cause you know the way it goes She rock me like a train 'cause she see me gettin' down I got me one kitty pie, I am the money is comin' I know that they watchin' (they're watchin') I put my wallet on falz, my niggas be whiling through shots And we sliding, boom! I cannot pray we go from, we have where we serving My niggas go find 'em I put some as soon as you come run and you get it My niggas gon' plough 'em I came with the city, I shoot it, pow! While my niggas go boom it They sold out their mouth with they boozing Some came back and they think I'm gon' choose 'em I roll my mouth like it's stupid, flex everyday And I flex on a Tuesday She wanna play like it's 2k I wanna fuck and I play with her coochie Niggas say they wanna be me, I just need flex And I make it look easy I just cut out on all the gees, in love with the money I think that I'm asleep I stay on the trap, babe, diamonds shining on my watch, eh I been fucking on your door, eh, I'm on my grind, I can't stop, eh Niggas ain't trying to clap, eh, say you're real but you're not, eh Life gonna make you hot, eh, I've been on this here just spinning blocks, yeah Oh no, niggas know my name 'Cause I let them ball I've never been alane Even when I could change your fraud You lookin' at my chain 'cause you know the way it goes She ride me like a train 'cause she see me gettin' down She ride me like a tank 'cause she see me gettin' down Everywhere I go, man you know I go the haul Knife on me, oh you know I brought the pole 30 ballin', plead don't get 'em small But now I'm back on a Rolls Fuckin' all of 'em bitches She wanna fuck of the bros Gang, click, slash, whip, dick, grip I ain't gettin' bit of that lip I ain't gonna talk to no tuchis She tryna fuck in the movies I know that she wanna do me What a little bitch, she a groupie I told her I love, I geet her She fell in love with the features She's like, "Suno, I need to meetch ya" I like runnin' up them features Ey, she think that I love it but I least her Where're bottles, my Snickers SVO bit of features I'm blowing up like seatures I remember the days I didn't have it But now I'm walking round with cabbage And y'all wanna get and live and lavish I see it, I look at that blast it Eh, I see it, I look at that blast it Eh, what? Think for the love of my fashion I gotta get out the back end They walk around and they cappin' With 30 least of that matches You go up on me and I blast it (You go up on me and I blast it) I stay on the trap, babe, diamonds shining on my watch, eh I been fucking on your door, eh, I'm on my grind, I can't stop, eh Niggas ain't trying to clap, eh, say you're real but you're not, eh Life gonna make you hot, eh, I've been on this here just spinning blocks, yeah Oh no, niggas know my name 'Cause I let them ball I've never been alane Even when I could change your fraud You lookin' at my chain 'cause you know the way it goes She rock me like a train 'cause she see me gettin' down