text: Break that bank
  Watch what you doing, boy you better not play with me
  Walk on the beat like Im singing my ABCs 
  AK and SK or FN, they stay with me 
  Ride with the X and I air out his face funny
  Took that boy off and now its time to take a trip 
  Might go and play golf with one of my lady-friends 
  Get on the stage and get litty, Im made for this 
  Yak want the kids, yeah Im finna babysit 
  Camaro is faster, get out and lets race with it 
  I pray for you
  Get on that rap shit like, Whеre is you taking me?
  Hot in that bitch and now Im finna raise thе roof
  Knew foenem stuck up, she high on some Daisy Dukes 
  We dont discuss nothing then Ima take it too 
  Feel like I made it, that mean that you made it too 
  You made it too
  Uh, ah
  Calm air to a clear port
  Watching Gotti, I might catch a body
  You watch me boot up like a SIM card 
  Bitch I dont with drugs like deposit
  Like deposit, nigga Im still going 
  Throwing dirt on me, they hold they nuts on me
  They rock-solid, but Im a real one 
  Real one, what it take to be a real one? 
  Real one , you is not a real one 
  Back out the planner, Im back out the slammer 
  Came a long way from eating TV dinners 
  Screaming, Free all my dawgs in the kennel 
  And we be in with the watchdogs in kennels 
  Uh, uh, uh
  Let it breathe 
  Geeked like its methamphetamine 
  I so rich, big boy they scared of me 
  Took that boy down most indefinitely 
  Get on the beat, I got recipes 
  Ayy
  Get on the beat, I got recipes 
  Leave with my alternate, left with me
  I cant see none of you niggas pressing me
  Need to tell your dead homies to rest in peace 
  And I drip everyday, no out-dressing me 
  Bitch I drip everyday, no out-dressing me 
  When I hit from the back she say, Hercules 
  And your nigga broke, he can come work for me 
  Aint no SlimFast, he had to get surgery
  Finally make it, I found out my purposes
  In the truck, that the one with the curtains in 
  Its two-five if you want you a verse from me 
  Send the front-ends, I send back with urgency 
  Put in work, yeah I put in that work for this
  Uh, YSL, one-six and dont forget double-o 
  Double park Bugatti front of the corner store 
  Niggas they hating while I got this .44 
  We got opps from the age twenty to forty-four 
  Fuck from the back, make your bitch wanna belly roll 
  Go to the hideout, the fuck need a tele for 
  Stay in some beef like the mofucking deli, ho
  He tryna fight, he a sissy like De La Hoya 
  Paint that boy on the fence like his name Tom Sawyer 
  I always ball out of whips and a lot of lawyers 
  Why is these niggas lying on the Bible? 
  I can tell that boy trying to go viral 
  You want to go viral, these bulletsll spiral 
  Your bitch ate my daughter, this the first recital 
  This something I know, that these niggas too broke 
  Like nowadays I feel like Im my own idol 
  Like Im my own idol 
  Yeah, Im off a Perc, this not no molly 
  I trust nobody but Dora and Dolly
  Niggas they dead, they said Uzi revived em 
  I said Louis my body, a lil bit of Gucci 
  I dont do Zanotti, I dont do Givenchy 
  Never shop Neiman Marcus, met your bitch right at Saks 
  And I swear on my mom, never wore no Cavalli 
  Okay, pull up a Rari, I pull up a Audi
  I worm in that bitch like Scotty 2 Hotty 
  Say I pour out that pint, got that lean in my body 
  Had to double my cup cause it melt through the styrofoam 
  Okay, she a smart bitch so she giving a lot of dome 
  Dont trust no fuck-niggas, dont fuck with no modded chrome 
  And it aint shit to do, counting money right in my home 
  When this shit over, Ill probably go right to wrong 
  Steeze on a bitch 
  Wont even breathe on a bitch 
  Everything in me worth some money
  Wont even pee on a bitch 
  Im a dawg, she a flea on this dick 
  Make that bitch put a bee on this shit 
  And my shoes double C on a bitch 
  Her tongue big like the one on my Ricks