I trust the process like Embiid
I can't fall off, I'm too T'd
Make you disappear, I'm magician
I keep tricks right on my sleeve
Wish we would've stayed on the porch
I lost my dog, gone to the street (pete, stop fuckin' playin' with me)

Wish I could call him and tell him I miss him
I'm the hardest, can't let 'em forget me
I hit it at the hotel, London Tipton
And I pray I don't ever go broke
I'll make all these rap niggas turn to strippers
And I know these hoes don't miss me
I've been saving my heart from these bitches
'Cause they'll do whatever as soon as they get it
And I bought a Birkin on Birkin on Birkin
But none of these hoes ain't worthy
And I'd rather save my money 'fore I let another bitch hurt me
But the gang is all I need (need)
But I'm tryna change my ways (my ways)
I been gangbangin' since thirteen (teen)
I'm tryna change my ways (my ways)

I switched the button to the FRT, this is a Benz, not an SRT
She just a bitch that I hit from the club, swear to God, she'll never know nothin' 'bout me
I'm just a rich young nigga from the block, swear to God, they'll never know nothin' 'bout me
I do the schemin' with Timberland, might need the big [pants?], money can't fit in my jeans
I hit the lil bitty bitch-ass nigga with money, yeah, I heard what you said 'bout me
I don't know nothin' but to get back on when I fucked up, ain't no bitch I need
I don't mingle, know I serve these bricks like Jenga
Send a blitz just like the Bengals, my young nigga just like the reaper
If he gon' get you, then he gon' keep you
She give me neck, my lil flamingo
Me and Zay came back off RICO
I ain't fuckin' with none of these bitch ass niggas, my circle just as small as the peek hole
And I'd box that pussy in a ring, uh
And my main bitch hate my side bitch, know I feel like Jerry Springer
But my side bitch hate my main bitch, may the best bitch win, I mean it
Nigga, I'm straight out the hood, all I prayed for was a demon
Nigga, I'm straight from the b-lock, nothin' on me except a G-lock
Nothin' on me except a AR, I'm sendin' shots this shit ain't b-ball
I send hits, lil nigga, baseball
I played the cards I was dealt, nowadays I use my fake card
Walk inside the club with Glock on me, I don't use nothing but my face card
Put the work in, I was slavin', now the rap shit, it done paid off
Put the money up for my babies, I birthed y'all, so I gotta pay y'all
On the block, still with the Blazers, I throw up murder gang soon as I wake up
I ain't talking about no face shot, but soon as she get here, I dry her face off

Wish I could call him and tell him I miss him
I'm the hardest, can't let 'em forget me
I hit it at the hotel, London Tipton
And I pray I don't ever go broke
I'll make all these rap niggas turn to strippers
And I know these hoes don't miss me
I've been saving my heart from these bitches
'Cause they'll do whatever as soon as they get it
And I bought a Birkin on Birkin on Birkin
But none of these hoes ain't worthy
And I'd rather save my money 'fore I let another bitch hurt me
But the gang is all I need (need)
But I'm tryna change my ways (my ways)
I been gangbangin' since thirteen (teen)
I'm tryna change my ways (my ways)

This is a Benz, not an SRT
Swear to God, they'll never know nothin' 'bout me
Swear to God, they'll never know nothin' 'bout me
I do the schemin' with Timberland, might need the big [pants?], money can't fit in my jeans
I'm scared to lose you, I'm scared to lose you
I'm scared to lose you, I'm scared to lose you (pete, stop fuckin' playin' with me)