This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar

Big booty my standards, D′USSÉ and Fanta

If I'm in the scene, I′m flexin' in the cameraCheck my fellas, we all flock the same

We birds of the same feather

We together, this forever

Switchin' bezels every level

Me and Cinco push that two-door coupe

Ain′t none of this shit rented

Servin′ vicious, fuck your favorite rapper, hope he get offended

I was trippin' off that hoe before, but promise I ain′t trippin'

I was trippin′ off them Ksubi jeans, but now my closet drippin' (designer)

Got a bag and I couldn′t be prouder (nah)

Drop a song and your status went nada (nah)

In the booth if I'm tryna get proper (yeah)

I was a schoolboy just tryna get collard, greens

Homie outside with Alicia, Keys

I make money from mics, they make money from fiends (yeah)

Root of all evil what got me 'em tickets at Regal

So fuck what′s illegal

I′m different, I really ain't get a handout

I know half of these rappers were gimmicks (on gang)

I write my own lyrics, I bought my own pen

All the moles ′bout all my songs, screamin', "Fuck your opinion"

No need for a nigga to say that I′m winnin'

It′s fuck everybody, the way I been feelin'

I got me a bitch and my bitch got a bitch (on God, on God)

So they down for a threesome, nigga (on God)

This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar

Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta

If I′m in the scene, I′m flexin' in the camera

Check my fellas, we all flock the same

We birds of the same feather

We together, this forever

Switchin′ bezels every level

Switch a Lambo' for a Chevy, back seat heavy from that heavy

Want a bad bitch with the fetti, when she ready, bitch, I′m ready

Fuck the sex, I want that Becky, gimme Becky if you let me

I whip slow, my cook game steady, turn that boy into spaghetti

I could ask a partner in my camp to handle somethin'

They just do it like they beefin′ with the dealers, uh (yeah)

Bitches poppin' pussy for the same skinny nigga droppin' music

Ain′t nobody have belief it (yeah)

Took a couple Ls, I ain′t tweakin' (tweakin′)

I got money to help all my reasons (yeah)

I got shorties from all major regions

I jumped in the water and claimin' the deep end (hold on)

Different

Money I′m countin' on shorties I′m poundin' on

I know them niggas is pissed

I'ma put a new Patek on by my bitch silicone

Then I′ma double again

Niggas ain′t solid, I don't claim a friend

Because when I was knockin′, you ain't let me in

Niggas lose vision all over the pussy

Respect the whole gang ′fore a blue Benjamin

Witness, everyone say that I'm up

I was stuck at the bottom, you ain′t give a fuck

I don't care for a bitch, I ain't searchin′ for love

And I ain′t trust a soul if he ain't from above

I ain′t surfin' the wave, I got lost, fuck a brush

When I got in the game, I was shit out of luck

They would look at my pain and they ain′t help me up

If you mention my name, say, "I don't give a fuck" (bitch)

This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar

Big booty my standards, D′USSÉ and Fanta

If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin′ in the camera

Check my fellas, we all flock the same

We birds of the same feather

We together, this forever

Switchin′ bezels every level