I'm in the right direction and I didn't need no Google Maps Try drown me out in your bank account, ain't even a rack She asked me what is my type, I told her you, she said that's capped I heard my man don't rate me, L-O-L, stop pretty my snap No studs on me but I cannot slip, ain't broke, ain't far from rich Last year was cool, this year I'm lit, safe, paid in failing school But you don't do tics, don't take the piss, trust Anytime I step out, man, clock me quick and ask for pic That gyal is dead, I can see them tracks, my man looks like he's on crack Shut your mouth if it ain't no facts, wait This hoe said that I'm a ***, but I ain't ever been cactus jacked Ain't eating out, get a five pound munch, cause you ain't no snack Big man and you ain't got bread, that's nonsense, G, y'all moving mad Just chill, I ain't cool with that, bro, bro, out here trying to cruise on that Secure that bag, I'm abusing that, dead tin can't move to man Aye, yo, dead tin can't, yo, yo, prettiest face, I'm pre in the back Bro, my cody, I don't know Zach, I seen them nitties go mad for Twenty-one plate, that *** got track, R-O-Whip, that's me My bro, my fam, my G, no cap, no job, had no CV Bad one, sweet one, in love with me, said I'm trash You with the skip and the white IC and the bits S said beef can fry like chips, don't get lost in the sauce, no dip You talk that L, didn't even trip, you talk that L and turn into a bitch Rumors spread like shells, I'm starting to think you man would tell Made her hit high notes, Adele, 2-0-2-2, trying to excel Yo, bro, bust that pack in hell, that smell Wait, you don't take risks, you ain't out here The streets are colder, my polar bear, brown skin, cutie, natural hair My bro AK love bang that F, my bro KT love lit them shots Can't ride my wave on a walking yacht I move in silence, but I know lots, aye, aye I move in silence, but I know Yo, them man vocals sing like Willow, yo K got cats in line, uno, dos, tres, bingo, aye T from LV, Blanco, but them Prada bottoms are negro Liar, on two floors like Tesco, but your final, miss my demo, yo, aye All I see is cap, talk is cheap, show your hair You can ride this private fare, can't drop my guard Are you weird, yo, are you mad? Your friends are ho, red flag, haters broke, so they acting bad I bet you ain't seen a hundred bags, yo Rancho, a hundred bags, ain't even dry My man's washed, look at this stat like, oh my gosh I'm on a block with bro with a mop But when I'm in London, I'm cleaning up All I wanna hear next year is M's My man's girl is a jezz, I could jeep that down back there for her bends, yo Don't even answer my phone no more I'm chilling, I just need bread, aye Best be talking in past tense If you ever put broke right next to them AMG, man, put it in S, no ironing board She wanna get pressed, I don't even care about chance If I make it cool, if I don't, I'm blessed Won't go broke, tryna help you out So keep that cap out your dusty mouth I seen this thing in North, East, South You know that she been about Thinking, G, will you even slide? Hurts my head that I have to doubt Lower your tone, no need to shout When I was low, didn't get no Can't get through, no need to call And we don't even talk at all Chest so high, but your brain is smart Are you mad, are you mad, are you mad? Of course Bro got the shush on deck See that man in his Milly rocking Not long ago was me on the back of the bus She wanna throw that back, I'm popping, aye No way, no P.S Man, don't even play Distance, that's how I stay You don't even know me, what's my name? What's your name? Get out my face It ain't all that, so know your place Not my space, pending case, yo Aye When I check my account, that makes my day, yo And when I see them hating That *** just makes my day, day Aye, aye Aye, sign the feed