June, you're a genius Yeah, open up, hey Mane, look, stop it Always got my name in some gossip White diamonds, triple K like a Nazi Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi That redbone you crushin', she want me to fuck her I'm three hours late, sippin' 'Tussin She drop off the head just to stop me from fussin' And that what you call a concussion Went hard 'fore I ever made a rap check Gettin' money out the streets Ducked off, I was servin' on the Southside But I stayed in the East Told the bitch cook some hot wings and Ro-Tel We don't go out to eat What you doin'? Gon' mob a nigga up then Wipe the dick off neat Give a fuck about a ring but I'm smokin' wedding cake Hood still in my jeans, I was eatin' a hot plate Tryna reach a new level, these niggas too content Big homie might snap, he gon' do it off the strength She just got it sewed in, but I'm pullin' every inch Used to get a hotel, now we fuck behind tint Had to get a nigga hit, 'cause he tried to go against Pulled up in his yard, left his ass on the fence It ain't no end to this trend Double our truck, ain't no 4MATIC Benz They like, He at it again I just put me a new whip in the wind I'm having way too much money Make a bitch dizzy the way that I spend I'm havin' way too much money Count up and repeat it again Mane, look, stop it Always got my name in some gossip White diamonds, triple K like a Nazi Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi That redbone you crushin', she want me to fuck her I'm three hours late, sippin' 'Tussin She drop off the head just to stop me from fussin' And that what you call a concussion Lil' buddy got the fye but don't pop it Audemars came from the faucet Lamborghini, Forgiato wet, mop it Glock 40, shoot his shoulder out his socket Big dick, you could whip it like hibachi Walkin' in my robes, it's Versace, Versace 69 shooters and they nothin' like Tekashi Keep one in the head, tryna cock it, they done shot ya Switch it, the Maybach, the Lambo', the 'Rari Sorry, pardon, my drip retarded Outer space, Marvin the Martian Better get your bitch up off the market, huh Young Vince Carter with the carbon I can paint a picture in your head, I'm a artist Richard Mille wet, and it got my wrist soggy Hit it from the back, style doggy, yeah Maison Margiela my coat, ho Where was you at? I was broke, no hope I put the plug in the yolk and I go Death or dishonor, I live by the oath Yeah, gotta get the money bag, yo Fifteen a hunnid two, three times, then four Nigga, bet I'll cross that line, we gon' blow It's a bust down, can't even see the time in this ho Mane, look, stop it Always got my name in some gossip White diamonds, triple K like a Nazi Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi That redbone you crushin, she want me to fuck her I'm three hours late, sippin' 'Tussin She drop off the head just to stop me from fussin' And that what you call a concussion Let me see your wrists This ain't it, I just spoke with the chief Comin' straight off the top, Chanel bandana This style ain't free Yeah, uh, uh, uh, style ain't free Gotta pay for this here