(Arjun made a wave) Swear
(Woo) I pull up in somethin’ you can’t even find like they retired it (Skrrt)
All that cap you sellin’, what the fuck I look like buyin’ it? (Ayy)
One thing ’bout Rich Homie, he love some pussy, but he won’t die in it (On God)
I stopped poppin’ Percs, they had my nerves off (Ayy)
I pulled up, then swerved off (Skrrt)
I’m so fucked up on that drank, I couldn’t even get a word out (Even get a word out)
I heard ya, I been talkin’ ’bout shit that don’t even concern ya (Lame-ass nigga)
How you try to bite the hand that feeds ya, knowin’ I used to serve ya?
Bird call, brr, yeah that chopper get to spittin’ here (Ayy)
Picture him takin’ the stand when he ain’t never snitched on him (Never)
Kitchen closed, uncle cookin’ dope like fish and grits in here (Ayy, unc’)
Got a couple hoes in Detroit like White Boy Rick in here (Quatro)
Wet him up, beware that caution sign or you might slip in here (Fah, fah)
French tips, keep them nails did incase you grip on him (Big brother)
Four hoes think we got together, he got a lil’ pimp in him (For four)
.40 on my waist, don’t be surprised you see a lil’ limp on him
Know his favorite color blue, I knew he had a lil’ Crip in him (On God)
Bullet ain’t got no name on ’em, nigga, it could be him or them
Make your face eat concrete when I stomp you in these Timberlands (Stomp)
Fuck around, make this chopper deport your ass like an immigrant (On God)
Independent, let the label cut, they tried to limit me
The vows off, I bet this pistol on me change your energy (Don’t try me)
Multi-millionaire, stacked it so high, I ain’t no penny pincher (Got M’s)
Shootin’ at the bulletproof ’cause we know ain’t nothin’ gettin’ in (Brrah)
(Woo) I pull up in somethin’ you can’t even find like they retired it (Skrrt)
All that cap you sellin’, what the fuck I look like buyin’ it? (Ayy)
One thing ’bout Rich Homie, he love some pussy, but he won’t die in it (On God)
I stopped poppin’ Percs, they had my nerves off (Ayy)
I pulled up, then swerved off (Skrrt)
I’m so fucked up on that drank, I couldn’t even get a word out (Even get a word out)
I heard ya, I been talkin’ ’bout shit that don’t even concern ya (Lame-ass nigga)
How you try to bite the hand that feeds ya, knowin’ I used to serve ya? (Huh?)
Whip that dope up with that Richie on my arm
Make him feel some time of way, I’m like the new Rich Homie Quan
Young, handsome, and fine (Huh?), Louis coat cost me a dime
I be runnin’ laps around these poor-ass niggas without tryin’ (Huh?)
Won’t call 911, but drive a 911 (911)
Gotta keep your shoes clean when you out here steppin’ (When you out here steppin’)
Keep that pistol on me, can’t be out here naked (Huh?)
Put my dogs on that nigga, they gon’ go and fetch him (Huh?)
Got rich when I was twenty-three (Got rich when I was twenty-three)
Put that shit on every day, who comin’ trim as me? (Who comin’ trim as me?)
If this rap shit don’t work, I know how to flip a key (Huh?)
These niggas tryna be me (Huh?), these bitches dyin’ to see me (Huh?)
(Woo) I pull up in somethin’ you can’t even find like they retired it (Skrrt)
All that cap you sellin’, what the fuck I look like buyin’ it? (Ayy)
One thing ’bout Rich Homie, he love some pussy, but he won’t die in it (On God)
I stopped poppin’ Percs, they had my nerves off (Ayy)
I pulled up, then swerved off (Skrrt)
I’m so fucked up on that drank, I couldn’t even get a word out (Even get a word out)
I heard ya, I been talkin’ ’bout shit that don’t even concern ya (Lame-ass nigga)
How you try to bite the hand that feeds ya, knowin’ I used to serve ya?