Sipping on the Rémy and I'm sipping on the Henny
Getting fucked up with the homies and we pulling up to Denny's
We just trying to make a penny
Take her panties in the coupe
Always rolling in a group
Yeah you know I always swoop
Pull up on Granola and you know we hop up in the booth
Yeah you know I’m handsome
Yeah you know I’m cute
Yeah I’m bout I’m bout my money
Yeah I got my loot
Looking at some lasers
Just to watch my paper
Yeah I got a fresh fade I’m already tapered
Icy with the polo jacket probably irrelevant
Old girl had some bad brain she ain’t that intelligent
5 bitches in a coupe
15 in a limousine
Fourteen seater everybody down for anything

Down for anything, oops I mean Hennything
I'm about my money but you niggas moving funny
Keep a close circle 'cause you niggas really dummy
Always stay stapped 'cause I'm always in my bag
In the studio don't know how to act
Trying to build my future
Trying to get that 100k
Smoking spliffs on a Summer day
Colorado where I stay
Riding around the city and I'm dirty in my new whip
Check my passenger, you going to notice that's a new bitch
You ain't never seen her
She mean like Regina
Bruja like Sabrina
Pussy cyclone like Katrina go dumb, motherfucker before I put you on a t-shirt
Shit ain't sweet I still serve it like a dessert
All I ever need a fucking beat with some reverb
All I fucking got is my homies and an e-girl

Smoking on this reefer
Light liquor burning my chest like I just drank some ether
Bitch eat my wood like a fucking beaver
All my jewelry iced out, need a fucking freezer
Cold hearted, I'm a different creature
Just talking on the beat, y'all the choir, I'm the preacher
Always getting stronger, never getting weaker
Run this shit, just got some new vintage sneakers
This the shit y'all going to be playing through your speakers
Ain't heard of us do some fucking research

These similes instilled in me
Ain’t none these killers grilling me
Desperate rappers stealing beats
'Cause They hit hard like gorilla beef
Hard feelings if you ain’t for real, my g
Lord willing I got everything in my artillery
My chain still swinging
My hoes still banging
5% tint out the sunroof hangin
Granola the one who made it
Granola the one who okayed it
Shawty sucked me off that don’t mean that we be dating