Yeah, zombie knife, I'm lunging
You don't tote no blicks or nothing
Always with my bitch, you know she coming
She want dick or Rick or something
F*ck her ex, yeah, I'm the richer one
Uh huh, I'm always counting different sums
Say you taking from me, no
Yeah, maybe under a different sun
My mom want her a different son
There's holes in my Ricky, lil' bitch
Yeah, I'm a f*cking different bum
I done fell in love with presidents
I think I'm f*cking money dumb
In this life, I'm having plenty fun
In this life, I'm having plenty guns
In this life, I'm having plenty drums
Yeah, yeah
Peep his highlights, then we case the place
Run up in that bitch, I don't give a f*ck, I'm shooting face
Then I dip out and I tuck in waist
Had to kill him, he took many space
My pants is f*cking Japanese
This nigga Traaci called me
Couldn't pick up, I was clapping cheeks
I call my nigga Remy, 'cause the way that we be stacking cheese
I done picked up new Balenci'
I can't lie, I'm f*cking jacking these
And these niggas f*cking pussy
Yeah, they fluent in that lackinese
I'm f*cking money dumb
I'm counting 1's, 2's, 5's, 10's, 20's, 50's, 100's
She like Darko, why you late?
I said, f*ck up bitch, I'm coming
I got 26's, 17's, 43's, and Glock 19's
And I keep that 9 on me in case they wanna say something
I'm a rockstar, not talking that tour life
But the way I'm drumming
You wear Trapstar, I can't kick it with you
I won't even diss you
If you don't get money, I'm not f*cking with you
You a f*cking issue, yeah