(Cook that shit up, Quay) I'm taking off again, suicide doors, I won't let 'em in Four or five cars, living like a God, paying for my sins And this life that I'm in important I can hop in the Benz, a foreign Marlo said they come in in the morning I got vibes, every state I got choices Gucci coat like we stand on the corner with Mitch Like I'm straight out the 'partments, I'm rich as a bitch Taking mine off the top, let lil' bro keep the difference Put an A in Atlanta, stand up for my city I was re-in' up daily, they thought I was kidding I was putting my profit up, saved me a milly I keep pouring up Fantas so shit getting ridiculous Hope the doctor don't say that I need a new kidney Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fucking cannot fumble Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running I be rocking new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fucking cannot fumble Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running I be rocking new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up I fuck with Lil Baby, no infant (uh) I used to make plays at the Quick Trip (I did) I spent a twenty on Quick Picks (tell 'em) I run it back like a pick six (woo) Add it all up, it's a re-up, man I'm balling, I need equipment (balling) I just bought a lift kit (Yeah) Said she fell in love with a misfit (she love me) And fuck your opinion, you know how I'm livin' My closet say, "To be continued" (fuck you) Back in the days I used to make plays At Spondivits off of Virginia Ain't no contender (nah) Tattoo my name on placentas (woo) I read a bitch like a kennel Made a half a mil' in a rental (woo) All of my verses suspenseful My cuz a Blood, menstrual He draws down, pants I know that they care for your instrument I ball, I need me an agent I just might be your replacement (I might) I got a whole lot of money But I got a little patience I got a whole lot of money But I got a little patience (alright) I got a whole lot of money But I got a little patience My bitch a trip, vacation Too many chains, plantation If you a real nigga It ain't no expiration Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fucking cannot fumble Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running I be rocking new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fucking cannot fumble Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running (huh, Wop) I be rocking new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up (go) They say Gucci's a criminal Flood my timepiece with emeralds (burr) Not conserve' or no liberal Donate Rollies for Christmas (huh) Heard I shop at Bar Harbor I spent reckless on denim (wow) She so fine, got her addy Fucked, told my folks where to send her (well damn) New 'Rari, half an M See the horse, know the emblem It's Big Guwop, it's him Always us over them (fuck 'em) Niggas say they gon' do this and that Then duck when I see 'em (huh) Don't compare me to Slim I could never be him (no) Copped so many new baguettes That I'm getting sick of myself (bling) Big bully, crushed my peers So now I pick on myself (huh) Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt Big diamond choker choking on me, man like Conor McGregor (it's Gucci) Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fucking cannot fumble Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running I be rocking new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fucking cannot fumble Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running I be rocking new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up