I'm through, I just did a deuceYour boo, with me too, she looseI flew, like I'm sick, G5You, won't shake shit, V-LiveI get them racks to come outsideChampagne Papi, look aliveI'm the truth so hold your liesLike my IG I go liveBack on road, you know what I'm sayin', likeReporting live from the 2 Heartless tour, what's upAyy this how I'm livin' and feeling, I'm talkin' 'bout accurate shitBleu Cheese Bagg, you dig, you know what I'm sayin'True story, yeahRiding in the motherfuckin' Rolls RoyceDamn look at zaddy in my ho voiceOver drippin' sauce, he got my clothes moistBread in my pocket, I ain't poor boyRiding in the motherfuckin' Rolls RoyceDamn look at zaddy in my ho voiceOver drippin' sauce, he got my clothes moistBread in my pocket, I ain't poor boyBitch all in her feelings (what you do?)When I smash call her a ho and pull out her extensions (ugh)Diss the gang, we on defense, you know that we blitzing (savage)He gon' disappear like magic, know his loved ones gon' miss himClosed casket, can't kiss him (mwuah)Bitch I'm lit up (bitch I'm litty)Alphabets VVS's shine like glitter (shine like glitter)See I'm flexing on you niggas, do some sit-ups (sit up, work out)Stay woke, get up (get up, get up)Two years in and I'm still the hottest nigga (Bagg)Them niggas on the other side trippin', I was in your hood homieDraco ridin' shotgun, interior match the wood on itBitch I'm riding Wraith (Wraith)Pick up, drop your bitch off, she wasn't safe (aw)And if you talkin' bout smoke, we gon' blow that in your faceRiding in the motherfuckin' Rolls RoyceDamn look at zaddy in my ho voiceOver drippin' sauce, he got my clothes moistBread in my pocket, I ain't poor boyRiding in the motherfuckin' Rolls RoyceDamn look at zaddy in my ho voiceOver drippin' sauce, he got my clothes moistBread in my pocket, I ain't poor boyI'm through, I just did a deuceYour boo, with me too, she looseI flew, like I'm sick, G5You, won't shake shit, V-LiveI get them racks to come outsideChampagne Papi, look aliveI'm the truth so hold your liesLike my IG I go liveHundred hundred I shootYou would think that Bloc was coming throughTwenty-five plus on my tooth (teeth)I'm filled to the rim, that's too much juiceNigga you a Shih Tzu, I'm a big (bully), dog (grrr)I bang the Five, that's the Fen Ball, ayyRiding in the motherfuckin' Rolls RoyceDamn look at zaddy in my ho voiceOver drippin' sauce, he got my clothes moistBread in my pocket, I ain't poor boyRiding in the motherfuckin' Rolls RoyceDamn look at zaddy in my ho voiceOver drippin' sauce, he got my clothes moistBread in my pocket, I ain't poor boyI'm in the R-R (what is you riding?)That's a Rolls Royce, not RoverLook at the star-stars (I'm outer space)Got my foot on they neck like a chokerMoneybagg Myers with me (what he look like?)Mask on, OctoberI'm in a trio (ayy why you say that?)I'm on three drugs, I ain't soberThis shit over