I'ma get it on my own, I'ma get it by myself
I can't put nobody on, cause nobody came to help
It's so crazy, how they really change when you make it
I ain't even playin', my blunt is half Jamaican
And I got that Draco, you know I'ma let it go
RIP to 23, free my nigga Ksoo
He was tryna play, now his face gone
You can't even see him when he's gone, that's a case closed
He's speaking down on me, it's okay, I got my mop
He playin' with his life, I'm playin' with my Glock
I ain't even worried, I got that Stephen Curry on me
Treat the opps like Undertaker, leave 'em 6 feet
Mow the grass, for the snakes
You know me, I do not play
I got Smith & Wessons and FNs and lethal weapons
Glock came with a switch, aye, that's my best friend
Mike Amiri on me, you can keep the Trues
I don't need no jewelry to show that I get money
Man, this shits so funny how these bitches bummy
And these niggas dummies, tryna f*ck with these bitches ain't gettin' no money
Oh, man
How you niggas dummies man
F*ck with these bummy ass bitches, man
But ain't getting no money
Tell me that
I done spent a whole band on some Chain Reactions
And that's including taxes
You spent a whole bag on a whole outfit
But ain't get no reactions
I know you feelin' sad, I know you feel ashamed
I know you insecure, deep down inside of your brain
I know how you feelin', I know that you hurtin'
On IG, you perfect, in person, you worthless
It's the truth, it's the facts, aye
F*ck your feelings, don't get attached
Man these niggas soft as hell
And I got that Drake, no Bell
Yeah, I got my money up, but I don't do no show-and-tell