You might know me from the dirt
Lil' boy that used to walk the streets
Now I don't say much because talk is cheap
Rifle get to stuttering, it's on repeat
Fuckin' round I got a DUI for weed
Yoom - That's the sound of the plane taking off
Foenem can't wait to them chains taken off
You can't be lunch meat
We drop them 40s, like we from the country
Bang, bang
Belt cost eight hundred, ayy, forty under it, ayy
Bitches chase me down, ayy, tryna play it, ayy
You can blow my candle, ayy, I'ma stay lit, ayy
She say I tryna play her, ayy, she feel like Rey bitch, ayy
I woke up this morning, ayy, feeling real rich, ayy
Everything real, ayy, these even the real kicks, ayy
Real neck, real wrists
I'm a real nigga, I'ma need a real bitch, ayy, ok
Bitch I paid a thousand for my bedroom
Been toting on a couple of some handguns
Bitch I'm feeling like the human Google, I got answers
Cutting all my bitches off, I'm just looking for scissors, ayy
That's the sound of my bitches crying when I break up with them
These niggas baloney, phony, and I can't fuck with them, ayy
All these baby bottles, but we're not babysitters, ayy
You might know me from the dirt
Lil' boy that used to walk the streets
Now I don't say much because talk is cheap
Rifle get to stuttering, it's on repeat
Fuckin' round I got a DUI for weed
Yoom - That's the sound of the plane taking off
Foenem can't wait to them chains taken off
You can't be lunch meat
We drop them 40s, like we from the country
Bang, bang
Ball
You know I'm in Neiman Marcus, valet got my Demon, parked it
Racks hanging out my cargos (racks, racks)
I bank with Wells Fargo (facts)
In the trap like El Chapo
She want to be my Griselda Blanco (Griselda)
She like, "you sound like a country boy, but you from the city boy" (Chiraq)
She a little saditty boy (lil thot)
But her face is real pretty boy (pretty girl)
And her waist is lil' bitty boy
Pull it from the bag full of cash, no Tity Boi (all cash)
We good in every city boy (GBE forever, skrr, skrr)
Back-to-back, no Hemi's boy (skrr, skrr)
You can hear them Hellcats racing through the city boy
You might know me from the dirt
Lil' boy that used to walk the streets
Now I don't say much because talk is cheap
Rifle get to stuttering, it's on repeat
Fuckin' round I got a DUI for weed
Yoom - That's the sound of the plane taking off
Foenem can't wait to them chains taken off
You can't be lunch meat
We drop them 40s, like we from the country
Bang, bang