[Intro]
Paradigm
Bhristo, talk to 'em, slime

[Verse 1: Onlybino! & DC The Don]
Yeah, these n***as break they fuckin' necks how they lookin', uh
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll, bankroll, bankroll, bitch, I'm cookin' up, up, up, up, up (Up)
Bitch, I'm cookin' up (Up)
Bitch, I'm cookin' up
Flexin' like this, they can't do it like this, bitch, I pull up with sticks that'll knock off your lip
Rock Givenchy and Rick just to fuck on your bitch, and I bet she won't spit 'cause she lovin' the dick
And I pull out the lot in that GTR, GTR, GTR, GTR, GTR whip
And I know that that boy wanna be me, yeah, be me, yeah, be me, yeah, be me, yeah, n***a, you wish
Bitch, I am God, like Lil B, n***a
R.I.P Virgil, rock Louis V', n***a
I got a son, think it's two of me, n***a
But in the end, tell me, who will be bigger? It's me, 'cause I'm thе one that demolished thе beat
I'm makin' bread while he countin' the sheeps, whip too exotic, I don't need a key
Imported from Italy, Prada my feet, wanna be different, I copped some Alyx
I took your rent and put that on my teeth, these VVS diamonds don't come with a lease
Keep talkin' crazy, I fuck up your fleece, matter fact, I'ma just fuck on your treesh
'Cause she heard that Lil' Bino a beast, just know that I'm crazier up in the sheets
Rockin' cosmetics, rockin' that Raf, you know insanity all on my mask
Shout out the bros, we finna spazz, STL logo that you never had
Bino the shit, he finna spazz, I'm finna show 'em 'bout how long I last
I'm in the coupe with lil' bitch smokin' gas, I can't believe how I'm going up fast
Wait, I know it, I know it, I'm trippin', I'm good, that's why
Don't need a stylist, these n***as just lookin' at me, and they see that Lil' Bino is fly
R&B fashion and rappin' what I do, lil' n***a, so no, you ain't better than I
These n***as call me a clone, boy, you trippin', I really don't listen to no one but I (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: DC The Don]
I order steak how she order fillet, Donny gone as a bitch, double C's on my eyes (Ayy)
Fucked around, put Ricky O' on my feet, now that's five if I speak, twenty plus if I slide
Like, where is your Glock, boy? It stay with me n***a, if you see me, what's crackin'? That K on me, n***a (Ayy)
Clearly, I'm at Lil Beni', five-star fettuccine, Givenchy, they killin' my vibe (Go, go, vibe)
7.62 hit his ligaments, you could of pulled up, boy, shut up, don't end the predicament (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause that shit that you got not legitimate, I got white diamonds on me like I woke up discriminant
Most of my n***as be ignorant, how he say he be shootin' so much, but that young n***a missin' shit?
My n***as standin’ on business, shit, and I got millions, lil' ho, let me show you the differences
Hear these n***as lookin' at my neck, 'cause I got a whole lotta jewelry (Yeah)
Shout out VLONE, that boy stay with the foolery, and bitch, I be hot, so you know I keep two with me (Yeah, yeah)
Big body, big body, big body, I'm turnin’ red, when I walk in the spot, they like, "Who is he?" (Who?)
Is that your bitch in my face? She been choosin' me (Who?), lowkey, that shit ain't got nothin' to do with me (Who?)
Flexin' like this, I be flexin' like this, and the AMG seats get to wreckin' that bitch (Yeah)
She be textin' me pics, she a lil' flashy ho (Who?), put my car in the front, they catch me in the V.I.P. (Who?)
Dolce Gabbana and Louie V', n***a, all these rap n***as tryna be cool with me (Who?)
Diamonds and rubies, bitch, I got some juice with me, n***a (Who?), got my Glock 19 actin' a fool with me, n***a (Who? Yeah)