I'm the type nigga that'll come through Hit him with the one-two, leave her on scene If she run through, roll the dice, nigga Bape on my shoe, got Gucci in my liner Can you pay the price, nigga? Hold up, *** that Von Dutch printed on my truck hat Bean long hoodie, 40 tucked where my nuts at Roll the dice, roll the dice, roll the dice I'm a wrist ticker, also known as a bitch ticker I get paid for some mobbin' on the beat My name Hoag, kick *** like a cleat Bitch try to judge off a *** that I tweet But a smile in my face when they see me in the street Drip, I'ma roll the dice like Nevada Smokin' on cookie, OG, not shattered She get more bougie as her ass get fatter I'm the hottest thing comin' out the kitchen like a platter For real, roll the dice, roll the dice He wanna play, I ain't nothin' nice He feel like a fisher, he pay the price She can come over, but she cannot stay the night I'm the type nigga that'll come through Hit him with the one-two, leave her on scene If she run through, roll the dice, nigga Bape on my shoe, got Gucci in my liner Can you pay the price, nigga? I'm the type nigga that'll come through Hit him with the one-two, leave her on scene If she run through, roll the dice, nigga Bape on my shoe, got Gucci in my liner Can you pay the price, nigga? Whoa, again You not for real, we cannot be friends I cut down the price for the win Hershey a five, but her sister a ten But that's fifteen reasons to hit it again Again, again, again Okay, and she bringin' a friend We hit Rodeo, how much can I spend? But I mix it up, cause I don't dress for the trend I made a million off iPhones His diamonds is fake, rhinestones I do this *** with my eyes closed Custom Dior, how you find those?