Seems like six foot

Hotter than a sauna

I got more bucks, got more white than a bitch named Madonna

Lil′ nigga, come check my status

Mike ain't never been average, I make it happen

Give me a bag, I′ma pack it

When I get mad, my chain get pissed

When I get sad, my ears shed tears

Been in the game three years

It's takin' a while ′cause′ I'm pure

I′m better than them, I'm sick, no cure

Bonafide niggas don′t have no fear

Rick Ross, my pants make me look like a pear

Madе two bands up in two minutes

My music make money slidе

When I leave, make bitches go suicide

When I got in the game, I got crucified

I ain't take no handouts, nigga

Why you got your hand out, nigga?

I′m flyer than any bird of a feather

You focused on bitches? Bruh, get it together

She tryna crease these lemon pepper steppers (uh-uh)

Almost put the ho on a strecher (uh-huh)

Got five missed calls, won't text her (uh-uh)

Lil' shawty always been extra (uh-huh)

This all-wheel drive, no Tesla (no Tesla)

I run this game, come catch up

Step on somethin′ apply that pressure

Niggas mad, but I can′t help 'em

I′ma just tell my story

This DLOG, no man above me

I wake up on bubbly

Niggas mad 'cause I get money

Leave my house, they tried to jump me

This no lie, this a true story

All I do is chase the glory

Me and fye like Rick and Morty

These niggas be pocket watchin′

Can't say shit, ′cause I'm twenty in the 2020 (vroom)

Movin' work in that Challenger (Challenger)

While your bitch givin′ brain from the passenger (the passenger)

Niggas can′t keep up with me unless I let 'em

He gon′ trust that bitch unless I tell him

Promise your homie is not your real homie

You think that's your homie? Then go ′head and test him (on God)

Take her on a trip (trip), put it on her lip (her lip)

Watch how young niggas get drip

I got some baby mamas tryna strip (on gang)

I got some young niggas tryna clip (on gang)

Thought we was homies, now you below me

It's funny that pussy can make niggas phony

It′s funny that money can make niggas ho me

Hold on (what you say to 'em, though?)

But like I said, Double Lamb OG

All my niggas got beats, they eat

Yeah, Mike Dimes don't do no feats

Before one time, I slide G3

Yeah, my whip don′t got no keys

Yeah, my bitch don′t got no weave

All my niggas throw up L

But this no loss, this shit low-key

I get back, I get it back

I get a bag, I get a backend

I won't trip, ′cause I'm never lackin′

I get a brick and make it a fraction

I get it lit, I make it lit

I get it lit, I get it litty

Ain't no mark gon′ have me slippin'

But this Glock gon' turn you to Ricky, that′s on God

These niggas be fraud, these niggas don′t rob

These niggas be talkin' ′bout all that cap (on gang)

These niggas be timid, these niggas ain't with it

I send him the addy, he gone off the map

I come through quick, come through quick

The minute you drops, make fiends relapse

This Glock my fan, this bitch gon′ clap

I feel like NAV, I'ma tap, tap, tap

I′ma just tell my story

This DLOG, no man above me

I wake up on bubbly

Niggas mad 'cause I get money (gang)

Leave my house, they tried to jump me

This no lie, this a true story

All I do is chase the glory

Me and fye like Rick and Morty, gang