Walkin saks five offa 5ith I done made a check
Diamonds havin you starin at my wrist finna break yo neck
Drippin all es sauce needa cloth I done made a mess
I'm a road runner hit the road you can take a jet
Yea I move sharp I'm onna edge like a bayonet

Runnin up my money up to
Mars ima space cadet

You can tell cuz I'm super fly
Rollin up sum za got me super high

These is red bottoms my shoes got a looser tie
She ain't boujee fr she just rude and shy
Runnin up money is a problem get yo crew in line
Man I jus ran out I need a new supply

We want smoke the same
This shit flame it's sum turtle pie

Show you how to get a bag I'm too certified
Ik she was a trick askin what about desert tonight
She a sick b**** I can't wait till the nurse arive
Then make her get out the whip take her purse n drive

But i did it on an accident
I got butter fingers but I could definitely snatch yo b****

Her legs stay open like a sport ballin court game
Buffs big as fuck why you starin at my door frames

F*** around you gonna get burnt we got more flame
Yea I mean 3rd degree
Ima punch god know it's green jus from the CVV

I could never switch i hate to b an edd
You lucky I was movin real sloppy but ima let it b
Fuckin wit da snakes hell nah I rather b deceased
If I keep stacking us these dog ima need a Leesh
Im chillin wbu errybody gotta call like let me breathe
They try so hard to pick me in a pack
Keep me a Juice like i'm from chi-raq
I'm on demon time don't take a pic
Or your phone screen gonna get cracked
He sent hit men to get me whacked
I told them boys b***** to move it like that