I used to jog in the trap.

I want Harry rolling five.

You said that shit was outside.

Pussy nigga, where you at?

I'm busy getting my rights.

I'm busy getting my rights.

I'm busy getting my rights.

I'm busy getting my rights.

D n***a mad like a Karen on Facebook Glock on my hip, get your face tucked I'm in the trap, they got ash on their baseballs get your chain tucked You know the business, hands on my face, look Cardio on my bracelet, look at my wrist, bitch I feel so rich that a young n***a face bomb

I used to jog in the trap.

I want Harry rolling fire.

You said that shit was outside.

Pussy nigga, where you at?

I used to jog in the tribe I want Harry rolling five You said that shit was outside Pussy nigga where you at?

I'm busy getting my rights I'm busy getting my rights I'm busy getting my rights I'm busy getting my rights

The nigga mad like a Karen on Facebook.

Glock on my hip, get your face up.

I'm in the trap, they got ash on the bass, boys.

You know the business.

Head to my face, look.

Cardio on a bracelet.

Look at my wrist, bitch.

I feel so rich that a young nigga face bomb.

Yeah.