I'm steppin' like I'm bout to see my ex, I put it on
No EDP shit, but I keep a 17 on me
I've been stackin' up my pants low-key
If you tryna find the truth, come to us we got the keys
Fingers up, F*ck Scu
Fingers up, F*ck Scu
I'm hatin' on myself cause they love hatin' on me
I never thought they'd come a day I see my brother envy
But I can't let no nigga get in between my bands
I got bands monopoly, I got bands that is not holy
I got bands that can't grow up on the streets
I got hella bands, yes, bitch, I got money trees
I do this shit for the haters, got em screaming"F*ck Scu"
Screaming"F*ck Scu"
Huh nigga, f*ck you