I dont know what kinda shit Im on right now
Yeah, I got my nigga Zach with me, you know what Im saying? Right now
Yeah
ATL Jacob
One time I had a show, got damn
I was late, that nigga let me get his jet
You know what Im saying?
Real boss shit, rich nigga shit
You know what Im saying?
I Patek that, 100 on a bust down
You aint gang, set, nigga stay the fuck from round 
Baby graduated 
She gave me cap and gown 
It was fye, fye 
That mean she busted down 
Murder, murder aint a issue, I got hitters behind me 
I just skrrt, skrrt off the lot and aint nobody co-sign it 
I just did a couple drugs, now Im sitting next to the pilot
Still might catch me in the trenches with that sack like a lineman
Niggas stressed, bitches pressed
Im a major factor
Im coming through with that juice, drippin kiwi Snapple 
Out with the old, in with the new
Im replacing rappers 
Liar, liar, pants on fire
You a big ol capper 
She wanna fuck all night
Give her that bust down pipe 
I pour a four at least 
Name it a bust down sprite 
Your ice dont stand up 
It wasnt bust down right 
Iced out Jesus piece, I even bust down Christ
Aint wore the AP in so long, I barely recognize it
Cant tell the time, you blinded
Im with Slatt, we sliming 
My lil niggas them go live, live
Jimmy Fallon 
Tote big racks, them big facts
You niggas minimizing 
I Patek that, 100 on a bust down
You aint gang, set, nigga stay the fuck from round 
Baby graduated 
She gave me cap and gown 
It was fye, fye 
That mean she busted down 
Murder, murder aint a issue, I got hitters behind me 
I just skrrt, skrrt off the lot and aint nobody co-sign it 
I just did a couple drugs, now Im sitting next to the pilot
Still might catch me in the trenches with that sack like a lineman 
I put Chanel runners, on her tippy toes
I went Lil Baby on her, except the figure four 
When birds were 40 racks, I was charging 20 a piece
Yeah, yeah, I had buck, like Im from Tennessee
I drink a certain quart, then I go Billie Jean
Jimmy Choo
I got a cooling system, but my diamonds 
Seven bitches with me now, you call me Kaepernick
I got that , 
I got my new, new, new, you see my Patek here
I get fed up with my laces, but my races, yeah
Lotta 3s like Miller with the Pacers, yeah
I Patek that, 100 on a bust down
You aint gang, set, nigga stay the fuck from round 
Baby graduated 
She gave me cap and gown 
It was fye, fye 
That mean she busted down 
Murder, murder aint a issue, I got hitters behind me 
I just skrrt, skrrt off the lot and aint nobody co-sign it 
I just did a couple drugs, now Im sitting next to the pilot
Still might catch me in the trenches with that sack like a lineman