text: Lil fish, yeah
  If you cant swim, you gon drown, hoe
  We aint gon save you either
  Hahahah
  Bad lil thottie, she got bodies
  Im on perkies, she on molly
  Sippin on dirty, smokin on Cali
  Big Rolls Royce, no Maseratis
  Im bout to pull out that V12
  Ima shit on these niggas like Ezal
  Let her ride on that dick with no seatbelt
  With the money, I know she dont mean well
  Niggas running their mouth like they females
  When you winning, they only wan see you fail
  When you winning, they only wan see you lose
  Niggas is stealing, I cant let em see my moves
  Wait, ha ha, selling that cocaina 
  Started off selling that crack rock 
  Now we sell out arenas 
  White boys say Im genius, white girls say Im gnarly
  Did 30 bandz in Neimans, now we 20 grand at Barneys
  Ever put a pop bitch on the block list, I dont pop shit
  Cause I got shit, in the drop six
  With a thot bitch, whole squad lit
  Heard your new shit, that is not it
  Whole gang with me on some mob shit
  He aint talkin money then its nonsense
  Bran got the gas, you are not lit, no way
  Fuck that check up 
  Fuck that check up 
  We gettin rich and these niggas sick
  They need a check up 
  Im so lit
  I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her 
  Fuck that check up 
  Young nigga, fuck that check up 
  Fuck that check up 
  Light my wrist and my neck up 
  Fuck that check up 
  Young nigga, fuck that check up 
  Fuck that check up 
  Fuck that check up 
  Fuck that check up 
  Fuck that check up 
  Ha, yeah
  Back in this bitch and we litty again
  Im bout to land in the city again
  She with the gang, he tripping again
  He like, You out with that nigga again?
  She gettin cocky like, Yeah Im with him
  Five bands, Gucci coat, rock it once
  Ill never wear it again, no
   Gucci swag so relaxed
  Louis bag with the hat, Uzi Vert with the mac
  Damn, thought I wasnt, fuck you then hit your cousin
  All hunnits, dont want no twenty
  Stop hatin, fuck nigga get money
  Fuck your bitch, hit it once
  Aint my type, give her back, uh
  My Rarri, no keys like vroom
  My car dont got room
  Yeah, I put all of them guap in the front
  Yeah, my engine in the back
  Little nigga we dont talk about nothing
  If that shit not bout the racks
  Dont call my phone, dont leave no message
  But that girl was swerving me, diamonds emergency
  Better hit 911
  Up all night, dont rest much
  Spent two hunnid put the rest up
  Young nigga fuck that check up
  Young nigga fuck that check up
  Fuck that check up 
  Fuck that check up 
  We gettin rich, and these niggas sick
  They need a check up 
  Im so lit
  I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her 
  Fuck that check up 
  Young nigga, fuck that check up 
  Fuck that check up 
  Light my wrist and my neck up 
  Fuck that check up 
  Young nigga, fuck that check up 
  Fuck that check up 
  Fuck that check up 
  Fuck that check up 
  Fuck that check up 
  Uh, my old bitch, yo new bitch
  She wanna vibe like Q-Tip, she get tagged like you it
  Nigga said he wanna fade me, we ran into him
  He aint wan do shit
  I dont care what he sayin, we aint playin
  We just came to shoot shit
  Yeah, run up them racks 
  Im gettin back 
  Niggas be tweetin 
  They gettin smacked
  Bitches be screenshottin, tell em to hit me on Snap
  She hit me back, oh Lord, she gettin clapped
  Ever fuck a bad bitch in the bando, air mattress
  Going HAM-o, poppin cash shit, Bape camo with the masses
  Dirty young bull living lavish
  Gets yo mans up, go to Paris
  20 grand up when the tab hit
  You can tell we aint never had shit, no way
  Fuck that check up 
  Fuck that check up 
  We gettin rich, and these niggas sick
  They need a check up 
  Im so lit
  I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her 
  Fuck that check up 
  Young nigga, fuck that check up 
  Fuck that check up 
  Light my wrist and my neck up 
  Fuck that check up 
  Young nigga, fuck that check up 
  Fuck that check up 
  Fuck that check up 
  Fuck that check up 
  Fuck that check up