[Intro]
(Bbylyfe shit, mane, you know what the fuck going on, n***a, Gl4, n***a, stop playing)

[Verse]
Bitch, I do my adlibs first then I lay down a verse
Punching in no rehearse
I was born with the swag
Popped out the womb with a fucking Ksubi tag
In foreign cars doing that dash, n***a, I don't fuck with jags
Fuck 12 but really they tried to get up on my ass
Shoot my shot, n***a, it was mass
Getting high in first class but I'm not on no plane, n***a
Live this fucking life everyday and maintain, n***a
N***as ain't on the grain, n***a
Not a grain of salt
Dior steppers on, n***a, when I walk
She wanna pull up cause she bored, bitch need some chalk
Some of these bitches they be lo—
Some of these bitches they be lost and they don't see they flaw
Big dawg, touch my paw
Like a pitbull, with a cause
I might spend some money, I don't even got no cause
I made that one song, now she think I'm Santa Claus
Bitch, I'm that n***a, bitch, I'ma boss
She got spit everywhere, she might need some sea moss
Every move you make, better know that it cost
Tryna own a restaurant, kinda like I'm Rick Ross
Shop online and you shop in the mall
When I was in the courtroom, I was standin' tall (Tall)