I'ma do me a minute before I walk in, ayy I'ma do me a b***h before I turn ten, uh I'ma do me a front end, back end, all cash stacked in Ridin' around town and I'm downtown Big boy get out, I'm back now Talkin' b***h, I got a site now Bad b***h, I'll blow a b***h back now I'ma do me a minute before I walk in, ayy I'ma do me a front end, back end, all cash Back to the bando, how Tokyo drift like the sample When she wasn't sweet and so simple When it was just churches and candles And we ain't had no Turks and no Caicos No fresh bread to kill for the sandals We learned how to pedal, no handles Back when we traveled, we trappin' We pedaled right front of the Santos, uh Like who won the match, I'm runnin' the maps I run it like laps, they runnin' in laps I might overlap and won't double back Cause my pops in my pants, they lookin' for a path And part of my back, she wanted it back I'm runnin' some rap, mine's King with a name Hers came with some chains, we want the same thing Let's not get off track Back up in that b***h, she's skatin' My wrist alone is the wrist, I'm sayin' 2% blonde, her lace front on Make a b***h wait too long Lookin' great to that great Poupon I play Fufo, my b***h watch VH1 First 60 days report She been around, tell her wait too long It's Young T and he be that boy I talk death, but I don't like d***s I talk love, but I don't got none They talk charts, but they don't got one You gotta stay thin, it's 1.1 for one hour F***ers came second to me, they so sour Had a slow climb, that's why they all doubt him And still came out on top, now that's power F***, they respect, I won't miss a step I won't intercept the tip of my tongue I still got my soul in, still got the check like Bling bling, I feel like Juve Brow is f***ed, I feel like sushi Watch Blinkface, it feel like Groovy Neck lookin' like a thot in labor But it's goin' up like it's an escalator Boy's goin' down like Titanic's sailor Y'all be hearin' him from Decatur Flock of Freed in the Costco, play to them samples I am ample When that suit come on, I throw a tantrum That's Igor, Igor, he a hot potato Y'all small fries, for example Don't run with the ratalog I'm the catalog I'm the human, literal Nah, you ain't in my category Unicorn rare, better put a saddle on it Y'all rappity-rap, y'all critically claim They gassin' you up I went to your show and took little nap That's why we not in the same bracket of tax I'm that I did it all with a passion I'm a god in this fashion F***ers tryna fit in with they arms in my jacket Had to pull myself together like it's all elastic Got the heart of a dragon I'm a stalker, me patchy Heard the b**** was talkin' s*** So I caught him in traffic I'm the type to walk in your house, throw your mattress Slow down, you're spitting everywhere I'm good, you can take it, no way I'm, gotta follow me, cause I know the way I'm in Philly and we all fly If we don't got the whip, we do the walk-by All your new pics should be archived If you cross paths, if you cross sides Had to slap a b****, chose the wrong side Mob side, b****, get hog side S***, I chose the wrong side I love your flow, nobody rhymin' like that Had to clean out my trunk to put your mom in the back The cops pulled me over, they don't know your mom in the back Big wack, make a n***a take permanent naps These b****s can't rap, they need a permanent path I ain't f***in' with you boys, need a cervical cap Okay, I'm bored, okay, I'm tired, sleepy Yeah, I don't wanna be like nobody else Lookin' so good, I might rob myself Realize that I gotta hide the wealth Told bro, it's okay to be rich and stealth Twenty-two, I might go f*** a milf My two assistants, both white as milk Made back inside, came soft as silk Put a b**** on a b****, now she tilt This b**** been killed, b**** like a crushed can Making rap friends, more sketch than a white man Billionaire boat, more frib than a white man F***in' on a b****, she sound like a hype man Lookin' for a fly b****, I'm what you type in Been counted out since I could count Got a public and a private account For my bank and not my institute