You know, I thought that you all was on big stuff, but I'm on flexin', girlfriend ass caressin'
You heard, why you think we the same? We ain't the same
I'm the type to do the hittin' up, you the type to pay hitters
I'm the type to walk over the body, let the flame hit em'
You the type to spin the block, don't give a f*** if you grave
I ride with hitters, even if we four deep, it's eight rides inside the Sprinter
They want me to go like Ricky, got a ride inside my denim
Life like a hoop, he answer wrong, he sent to the center
We was praisin' shooters, wonder why our life kept on descendin'
Still don't give a f***, I spin and bend like I was Simmons
I feel like Rafa, ain't gotta hit memes to get them Simmons
Tryna change my ways, but I'm on Ives' head, you could say I'm tempted
Bro say just for a feature, he'll get em' dead, he reminiscence
We treat your shooters like they target practice, slay your shooters
He got no play, he on the cage, your shooters
Wonder why he gunnin'
Runnin' for your head, cause you ain't save your shooters
Hands on the block, I wish Tato never died or I could've saved Nico
Your whole gang full of crash dummies, your front line like a freak
We gon' hang on the hot block like the Wi-Fi, that's a hot spot and we keep broke
When it's time I keep a P inside a jacket for rainy days, got a Pico
I was goin' to school with Picos, I still feel like the Ricos
Grew up in Brentwood West, that's why I'm so close with the Migos
I do my dance when the pack turns down, they start to callin' T.O.
I make my mama, mama rich, give her them chips, she love casinos
Who want more life, like Vito, think I'm broke, worship, she know
Ain't free pool, bought them chains, she love casinos
But I'm happy we got Dito, we about to up like he a pizza work for Dino
And my dreadhands smoke Keef, he a chief, get him goin' for Nito
Yeah, Panama Beach, we still got it, they say baby 2 too hot
They don't know it's a war zone, I'ma pop for baby 2, get popped
I just keep my guard on, let a shot off, or this 2 get pinned
Who the f*** I'ma call on, or I'ma fall on if lil' 2 get shot
For real, diggin' like, who I'ma talk to about my problems
They say I'ma, uh, bless ya
Bitch, I'm in your mind
All right