text: Yeah
  This aint no motherfuckin gimmick 
  Win or lose, this aint no scrimmage 
  Balmain my shoes and my fitted 
  Damn you fuckboys and you critics 
  Got the trap jumpin like crickets 
  Lambo truck look like its kitted 
  Load it up, hit the block, spin it 
  Loyal to my dawgs, we committed 
  Yeah 
  I told you none of my shit rented 
  They use the lingo I invented 
  In this G6, boosted my adrenaline 
  High fashion, feel like fly shit Im chillin in 
  My dawg down the road might have to kill again 
  Swear the finest hoes come out for Benjamins 
  We some dinosaurs, who think you bigger than? 
  This chain cost a quarter milli 
  Condo sixty floors up, you can see the city 
  When the bitch let me fuck, she hate to admit it 
  Her shit wet when she bust, my shit sticky, sticky 
  Yeah, I dig it, dig it 
  Wanna bring your friend too, yeah, Im with it, with it 
  Nut inside, look like glue in your pretty kitty 
  My next signed deal, Im spendin a ticket, ticket 
  This aint no motherfuckin gimmick 
  Win or lose, this aint no scrimmage 
  Balmain my shoes and my fitted 
  Damn you fuckboys and you critics 
  Got the trap jumpin like crickets 
  Lambo truck look like its kitted 
  Load it up, hit the block, spin it 
  Loyal to my dawgs, we committed 
  Love for em all
  Bossed up and gave a few bones to my dawgs 
  Fuck the jail system, man, fuck the four walls
  I feel like 2Pac, above all the law 
  I pour a quick Dew up and let it dissolve
  1017 Guwop, Backwoods look like logs
  Pull out that trench blazer, the end and the fall
  The world full of haters and internet blogs 
  Im way out in Greece, aint receivin no calls
  He disrespect, chop off his head with a saw 
  You look out cause you think a blessing involved
  Aint none of these cheap, Chrome cross on my drawers
  She kissed on my cheek, I dug in her jaws
  Dont get on your knees, you aint toppin it off
  You niggas police and be tellin it all
  This aint no motherfuckin gimmick 
  Win or lose, this aint no scrimmage 
  Balmain my shoes and my fitted 
  Damn you fuckboys and you critics 
  Got the trap jumpin like crickets 
  Lambo truck look like its kitted 
  Load it up, hit the block, spin it 
  Loyal to my dawgs, we committed