text: Ah-ah-ah, hey
  Run that back, Turbo
  You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
  I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla
  Spittin these vocals, labels think I wrote it
  Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
  Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
  The streets like a farm cause all we ride is horses
  Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune
  Im ridin with my dawg and he aint gotta question
  I got a bitch like Keisha off of Belly
  Police got dogs and they cant even smell me
  Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly
  20s on me, I call em green relish
  Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished
  Too many vibes, they think Im R. Kelly
  PH in the sky, we got em already
  PJ in the sky and I dont wanna land it
  Creepin at night, the VLONE bandit
  I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed
  Worked all my life and now I understand it
  Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it
  I got the sweetest sauce like jelly
  Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded
  I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli
  I held him down, that nigga was my celly
  Fuck you fuck niggas, devil made me heartless
  Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at Target
  They cut out the coupe before we hit the market
  We dont pack our bags cause we gon shop regardless
  Backend, Im back in, paid up for the party
  I done came a long way from openin up for Carti
  Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti
  Polices cases, all that we avoidin
  The lean in my cup gettin more and more muddy
  I shown all my love, Ive never been a bully
  Got every color VLONE hoodie
  Just jumped in the game and still I aint no rookie
  I got this sauce, cream and puddin
  I came with the drip, got everybody lookin
  Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken
  Send a front in, its easy to get a book in
  You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
  I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla
  Spittin these vocals, labels think I wrote it
  Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
  Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
  The streets like a farm cause all we ride is horses
  Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune
  Im ridin with my dawg and he aint gotta question
  Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek
  Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me
  My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion
  I still rock the fitted, but I dont be cappin 
  These camouflage denim like I just went campin
  They still cant believe that I made it, they happy
  I been gettin money before I was rappin
  Im ridin in the Wraith like I play with the actors
  No pleadin, arraignment, aint takin no charges
  My young niggas solid, I know that he got me
  He keep his mouth closed, Ima buy him a foreign
  Penthouse, hotel suite whenever were tourin
  How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan
  Packin out shows, love my fans, they important
  And Im still in the trap, in the hood like a motor
  Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin my odor
  I just started rappin, I made me some millions
  Man, shout out Atlanta, Im runnin my city
  These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50
  I leveled it up, Ive been handlin business
  Gettin 20 a night, every day, different city
  I just keep puttin this syrup in my kidneys
  This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee 
  I got Gunna with me, rockin VLONE, Supreme 
  You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
  I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla
  Spittin these vocals, labels think I wrote it
  Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
  Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
  The streets like a farm cause all we ride is horses
  Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune
  Im ridin with my dawg and he aint gotta question