(Ooh, RJ) (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga) (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man) Huh? Huh My big brother got lean in his cup If the birdman stay on your head, better duck Nigga, I don't give a fuck, I got a big-body Benz Full of beans in the trunk, OG called me unc' Fuck hoes, run it up, huh? Just made another bed for these papercuts, I hit eggs for lunch My K came in clutch, I call that bitch Kobe, ayy We've been ballin' all year, where our trophy at? In 2020, I need money and diamonds She think she got a D nigga 'cause he lyin' He cop two, I gave him one on cosignment If he try to run off, I'm gon' find him (Bah) Four niggas ridin' with a chop, one driver Out lookin' for the opps, we not 'cause they hidin' Dog never played team sports, she play homis (Bah) He never caught a football, he catch bodies Fruit Ninja with the chopper, I'll split his melon And this bitch lift slow, send his shit to heaven Balenciaga turban, I'ma Triple-S it (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Talkin' 'bout the plug, but we know you disconnected (Ha, ha) The slug Mr. Blessings, I don't need a bitch (I don't) Fuck punchin', hit Neimans with a Visa kick (Woo, woo) You can't get power, that's that Dr. Evil shit (Ha) White Mountain Dew, purple four on some Frieza shit (Ayy, ayy, purple pop) In a different world, Super Saiyan, leveled up (Woo) Loadin' up, grabbin' coins like it's Temple Run (Bitcoin) Almost broke the crank tryna turn the pressure up On the Wild West, came Scat with my weapon tucked Hm, Tron came scat, bitch, I came Cuddy, hm With a cut in that bitch, smokin' Silly Putty, huh That's that goo-goo, niggas through through, ugh Stuff a blue 'script in your boo-boo, uh Stuff the whole thing in your boo thing, uh Trap bome back like boomarang, huh I mean a pack bome back like boomarang Bitch, I feel like Usher, trappin' through the rain Whole quick of that boy from the eighties, big daddy caine Gold rope jogging suits, all we do is slang Bitch love gang so much, she let us run the train Threw the extra neck before she left to help me ease my pain Smokin' real bookie, give a fuck 'bout your exotic strain Niggas want beef, want smoke, it is not a thing But a chicken wing, we got straps, we'll let 'em bang 30s, let 'em hang, pop a Cali, don't let it swing Long live YG, I'ma put thirties on a new chain I got big money, I throw thirties on a coupe thing A 30 and there's 40 'round my neck off a shoestring Outside in Atlanta with that bitch tryna blue flame My young niggas talkin' brazy for me, they the new wave You complainin' 'cause you can't shoot that bitch like it's 2K Ten 'bows, give them hoes to bro, gone two days Coachin' niggas, Skuba Wayne Casey, I got new plays Top shotta, I'm a big roster, I don't do waves Nappy headed, I'll scrap, I'm ready if you two-faced Or get them niggas dropped with that bop, nigga, who playin'? That yop stick'll turn an opp nigga to a new man, duh