Pipe down, lil' nigga, you are not that guy, you a b***h

Me and your hoe, we not wasting no time

She gon' come to my crib, she gon' sit on my d**k

Collecting checks, I am rich

Designer my fit, but I'm not wearing Rick

They tryin' to stop me for flicks

I'm gon' cover my meat 'cause my s**t stay on brick

DigBar, d**k hard, what a rhyme scheme

I just took down a torta, she five'three

I don't smoke dope, keep that s**t out my sight, please

I really think that s**t frying y'all, high key

High key, I got my bag up

You not my mother or brother, so back up

I'm on that shit, so you gon' need some backup

Make 'em surrender, they throwin' their flags up

You can shake ass to this song, make it bounce

Mom used to say we got food at the house

Now I got my mom a new crib, a new house

How many bands in my bank? I lost count

How many songs did I make and toss out?

How many friends did I make that fall out?

How many years did it take to ball out?

I give her bread for the day she call out

On God, spend a day with me

Most of these niggas can't play with me

I always keep 20k with me

Chains on my bitch, we be role-playing slavery

Rosh on the beat, man, you know this a bop

My bank and my wife are my only two opps

If she in my whip, just know I'm gettin' top

Rosh on the beat, so you know this a bop (this a bop)

Pipe down, lil' nigga, you are not that guy, you a b***h

Me and your hoe, we not wasting no time

She gon' come to my crib, she gon' sit on my d**k

Collecting checks, I am rich

Designer my fit, but I'm not wearing Rick (hell nah)

They tryin' to stop me for flicks

I'm gon' cover my meat 'cause my s**t stay on brick (my s**t stay on brick)

I'm bricked up, I'm bricked up, I'm bricked like a wall

That ain't my gun, baby, that's d**k and balls

A gun is way bigger, don't lie to me like that

But it's still big enough to her say "my back"

(Ah, my back!)

Beat, beat, beat up her back, she get back beat

My n***a lockin' s**t down like he Pat Pete

Only AC I adjust is them ass cheeks

She got me saved in her phone under "fat meat"

Saved in her phone under big bone

We finna see 'bout that s**t when I get home (yes, yes)

Pipe down, lil' nigga, you are not that guy, you a b***h

Me and your hoe, we not wasting no time

She gon' come to my crib, she gon' sit on my d**k (sit on my d**k)

Collecting checks, I am rich

Designer my fit, but I'm not wearing Rick (I'm not wearing Rick)

They tryin' to stop me for flicks

I'm gon' cover my meat 'cause my s**t stay on brick (bricked)