[Intro]
Pop pop, OJ, he murda gang
You can tell it's a bale by the weight
You can tell it's Chanel by the waist
You can tell if I slide, then you know it's a K
You can tell, lil bitch!
[Hook]
(You) Down bad, using one-ply, you like "fuck it"
Ain't nobody with me gun shy, yeah, they gon up it
You cannot duck it; it's boots in the function
I'm 20, I don't go to clubs or get drunken
New truck, AMG, sippin tea like the sunken
I just want the blue bills, I don't want her suckin
(And i'm, a) Fat boy I don't wear Balmain
Tesla autopilot while you spray
Told this white bitch that i'm cousins with Zayn
(And you) Off xans, can't hang
Ride with the bag at the back of the Range
The bitch, break her back, hear a crack and a bang
[Verse 1]
(And we heard, that you) carry the racks and the stacks in the jeans
We gon take everything in the damn Balmains
My youngin do a lot for a little Palm A
(Y'all...) Y'all cover shit up, just like Ghislaine
Cover for your homeboy when he do rape
That is not thorough, we gon show you his brains
I don't wear sickö, this Vautour, by the way
I don't need to hit bitches, put a whore in her place
Better come back with the lil guap, or you can't
Just scammed an old bitch, took her 401k
I can get a bale by the pound or the freight
I'ma blow up like TSA
Brown boy with a main, yeah, lie in her face
I know the cops gon lie for the cage
(Whole city, whole city) whole city hate me, but ain't done shit yet
I got 3 bitches kissing, but all of them cishet
She wanna fuck with a brown boy, Krishard
I ain't giving her tongue, bitch I ain't no lizard
Smoking good dope, give me headache, yeah this pressure
Hit an opp in the head, he ain't got no health insurance, he ain't goin no stretcher, yeah
3M on the shoes, these bitches light up like Sketchers
Think she wanna play with my balls, bitch this ain't tether
I'll make it rain bullets, just like the weather
In a E-Coupe and it's light as a feather
Bitch I play with the mud, just like i'm Sheck
This gas got my eyes on special effects
Yeah, the gas got my eyes on Ocular Rift
Got my eye on a bag, not bagging a bitch
Brown boy letting em fly with the strips
I'ma go on a hunt, like Fivi and shit
(And my boy) My boy on juice, Barry Bonds
We knock em down, just like Jake Fromm
I was into juggin as a jit, I never mowed lawns
Bitch it's Krishu, we wet em up, need a tissue
[Hook]
(You) Down bad, using one-ply, you like "fuck it"
Ain't nobody with me gun shy, yeah, they gon up it
You cannot duck it; it's boots in the function
I'm 20, I don't go to clubs or get drunken
New truck, AMG, sippin tea like the sunken
I just want the blue bills, I don't want her suckin
(And i'm, a) Fat boy I don't wear Balmain
Tesla autopilot while you spray
Told this white bitch that i'm cousins with Zayn
(And you) Off xans, can't hang
Ride with the bag at the back of the Range
The bitch, break her back, hear a crack and a bang
[Verse 2]
Yeah, first of the month I need 3 things like a fiend buying beans in the back of the trap
Tape full of hits, couple strips like Zaq
Plus I need a zip, yeah, OJ pack
Bro got a deal, and he gang for the real, so you know we funneling money, no tax
You get excited bout hoes we hit, she said you shot up the club like Plax
I know what she about, she devout, so congrats
I don't rep slatt, but he got slimed like he Jax
I was 15, juggin all Ps that's Flax
You was playin games, got smoked like a PAX
Krishu
[Hook]
(You) Down bad, using one-ply, you like "fuck it"
Ain't nobody with me gun shy, yeah, they gon up it
You cannot duck it; it's boots in the function
