[Verse 1]
I'm like Mike in the 4th about to show them how to really ball
Shoot him in the face just to kill 'em off
I told my young boy go and kill 'em all
And don't leave a witness get rid of them all
Son didn't have to disrespect I don't feel him at all
I'm prolly hitting his bitch or hitting the mall
At the studio with a bitch, a bitch and a broad
I'm the one that make the rules I do what I want
You know I stay with the tools so play if you want
I bet you get on your knees and lay in the trunk
Please don't make no sudden moves just lay in the cut
Pussy n***a you food we waited enough
I could tell you a fake you saying enough
Where thе rest of the bread 'causе this ain't enough
I already cut off your finger, you ain't bled enough?
Imma set you on fire 'cause you red enough

[Verse 2]
Tell me how it is rich without a deal
Quarantine and getting money still
Most of these n***as dead broke and they bummy still
We ain't on the same wave
You talking money then we on the same page
With me you getting what you paid for the same day
You probably saw me with a machine, my main thing
I'm at [?] with your bitch popping champagne
Smoking champagne
You talking money then we on the same wave
Imma make you mad, spit in your face
Pick up the 40 spit it in your face
Them n***as empty a few shots but they ain't penetrate
Run up in his crib leave him in the real estate
You ever play big bank take little bank?
I'm onto bigger things getting bigger cake