[Intro]
Trademark!
Yeah, yeah
It's 4 AM
Aw, man
Yeah, ooh
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ayy, greedy ass, need the bitch, she sleazy, had to treat the ho
Up late at 3 AM, my young n***as plumbing the way they keep a pole
At the chicken spot, Rick Owens my feet I'm walkin' pigeon toed
On yo fuckin' block, my young n***as step we don't do tippy toes
Walkin' out the trap, it's fifteen minutes to my cousin's house
He said the block was hot, so I'ma meet him at the Waffle House
We rollin' on them n***as, hell yeah, we made 'em walk it out
My bitch a natural figure, hell yeah, that n***a ballin' out
Big ass body that bitch too thick, it cost 250, I'm tryna park it out
Watch how I move through the city, y'all n***as too litty, I be like knock it out
Palm Angels my body, yeah, it's clear I'm holdin' weight
Tell shawty my worst is over, yeah, I'm feelin' great (Yeah)

[Verse]
Cause I cannot see nobody, Dior on my frames
Like "Oh, you talkin' to me", I don't know your name
Like "Who you with?", N***a where yo gang?
My choppa sit, that bitch gon' blow you out your frame (Boom, boom, boom)
He can't keep up, that n***a lame
Your bitch on go, you better charge it to the gang
I'm Jack Frost, but today I'm Plain Jane
Go pick your poison, either way the same thing (Yeah)
I woke up and I'm dippin' double
These n***as be leechin, fuck my ho's and I ain't gon' fuck her after
That n***a not livin' his life, he cappin'
Leonardo, you a fuckin' actor
Tell me that shit behind the scenes, and tell me what happen after
GTA screen, that n***a cashin'
Hold on n***a, my pockets fatter
You n***as chasin' after a ghost, I been had that she ratchet
Fucked a white bitch like Black Lives Matter
BMW kick, my shit still faster
I just skrt right past your new n***a, he smelled the air like "Damn they smokin' pressure" (Yessir)
I don't do no fuckin' passin'
I just get the ball and then I shoot my fuckin' shot, I'm OTL or never
Had to get my shit together (Donny)
Fuck it if we ballin' then we ballin', it ain't shit to give my n***as cheddar
2021 it's a brand new chapter
I ain't tryna bless this bitch right now, cause I ain't yo fuckin' pastor
Tsunami storm, natural disaster
Climbin' to the top, then I'm takin' my ladder
Rage Kidd that boy so up right now, so fuck what's comin' after
You know me I'm up a stack
[Chorus]
Ayy, greedy ass, need the bitch, she sleazy, had to treat the ho
Up late at 3 AM, my young n***as plumbing the way they keep a pole
At the chicken spot, Rick Owens my feet I'm walkin' pigeon toed
On yo fuckin' block, my young n***as step we don't do tippy toes
Walkin' out the trap, it's fifteen minutes to my cousin's house
He said the block was hot, so I'ma meet him at the Waffle House
We rollin' on them n***as, hell yeah, we made 'em walk it out
My bitch a natural figure, hell yeah, that n***a ballin' out
Big ass body that bitch too thick, it cost 250, I'm tryna park it out
Watch how I move through the city, y'all n***as too litty, I be like knock it out
Palm Angels my body, yeah, it's clear I'm holdin' weight
Tell shawty my worst is over, yeah, I'm feelin' great (Yeah)