All that I sport Is designer shit I look to my left and chances are I'm looking at my designer bitch Yeah this that Arvada shit Nah, we don't play games we come around Y'all niggas not dedicated Streaming stats say ya should've made It I'm asking niggas, they never played It so... Look, you catch me minding my business Y'all niggas up in y'all feelings I'm In my bag straight chillin' We gotta different definition of killin' See You prophesiz'n your ceiling Your biggest goal hitting a million? That's funny But I'm a still keep that shit lowkey No problems cause niggas know me My pockets fat getting Mickey D's But you? You lookin' quite the opposite Treat the pussy like the Champagne, It only matter when It's poppin' bitch Niggas be talking some stupid shit And I ain't got nothing to do wit' It Jus like Bennett I ain't In It Seen ya lil' shit, nigga mine ain't rented I'm just saying, I'm just saying, I'm just saying... Like I said, none of my business If you gon' whip that hooptie lil' nigga please get them windows tinted cause... Yeah I'm a just cool It a little Rings game stupid Issa pool on the middle Wanna circular crib wit' a pool In the middle And a jumbo chain wit' a jewel In the middle And a whip wit no rear view I really won't miss you You whining I'm sorry go get you some tissues Realized It's a snake, soon as It bit you I'm geekin', you stupid as the niggas that's wit' you My niggas be bussin' like tips of the pistol Nacho Bangers that bitch be a missile I'm cookin' a banger the griddle gon' sizzle Alameda to the Biddle best bid on me nigga I mean she cool to crack but I cannot be wit' her Cause all of our business pry end up on Twitter And that shit, Is really for the birds "Oh he stopped bluffing, finally" Real soon y'all gone get real tired of me Real niggas gon' feel real proud of me And try to put me In a box that's a bout wit' me This Michael baby off the balcony This Kim Jong riding on a valkyrie This Kanye saying "don't talk to me" Can't a nigga really go pound for pound wit' me And It's the same for the niggas that's surrounding me Like the way you sound you a clown to me And it's these niggas wanna take the crown from me? I'm a say it right now don't come around to me I got tools with the heat that'll ground ya beef Keep talking sweet, ya might meet the chief Cause a nigga might really have a few hitters But even If I did, that's none of my business