[Intro]
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Yuh

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Walked up in this bitch like I ain't famous (I ain't famous)
Walked up in this bitch, this be my gun my shit ain't aimless (Bah)
If you hangin' with my opps then my bullets nameless (Bah)
If you hangin' wit' them guys put you on a hanger (Yeah)
Rapper or singer all my songs them bitches bangers (Bangers)
My bitch slim in her hips, but her lips Topanga (Yeah)
Standin' on my money n***a I might [?] (Damn)

[Verse 1]
My bitch from the ghetto watch how all you n***as change her (Yeah)
She scream, "Get that paper!"
Leg her while I rearrange her (Yeah)
She the reason why it's not a lot of Alligators (Yeah)
Birkin, Himalayan, Crocodile fuck up my savings (Money)
You the definition of a motherfuckin' hater
N***as pussy, they get stepped on like a beta (Damn)
Man I went up in my price, bitch this up the wager (Yeah)
My money outta this world, my shit stuck on craters
My shit stuck on them (Damn)
Your shit stuck on [?]
Bitch don't call my phone (Yeah)
Please just hit my pager (Yeah)
Do that all night long (Aye)
Shake just like a taser (Aye)
Diamonds Fruity Pebbles, I got different flavors (Damn)
I got blue, yellow, green diamonds, Power Rangers (Yeah)
I done fucked a n***a main bitch outta anger
Yeah, outta anger, n***a, you can't tame her (Uh uh)
My n***as be knocking squares down like it's Jenga (Damn)
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Walked up in this bitch like I ain't famous (I ain't famous)
Walked up in this bitch, this be my gun my shit ain't aimless (Bah)
If you hangin' with my opps then my bullets nameless (Bah)
If you hangin' wit' them guys put you on a hanger (Yeah)
Rapper or singer all my songs them bitches bangers (Bangers)
My bitch slim in her hips, but her lips Topanga (Yeah)
Standin' on my money n***a I might [?] (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, uh
N***as [?]
Wanna be just like me, you think this swag painless?
I shine way more than you, even when I'm chainless
Pulled up in that frog coupe, my whip is so brainless
Bitch I'm on the same shit, but this not the same clique
Chocolate bitch and chocolate whip, but these not the same chips
Yeah, I'm so special, lotta pressure if I text you (Yuh)
Pressure on my neck bitch, I'm the shit got 20 restrooms (Yeah)
I done did it all (Yeah)
I should teach some lessons (Yeah)
[?] with the fashion (Yeah)
But my n***as still steppin' (Aye)
Basically, what I'm saying, I still got Glocks but it's iridescent (Aye)
Flex up diamonds, red rock, but my whip from the Jetsons (Aye)
Bad ones in my section (Aye)
I can't believe it that I made it all way from section 8
And without hating I did this shit on my bestest way
Ain't never check no n***a 'bout my bitch, better check your bae
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Walked up in this bitch like I ain't famous (I ain't famous)
Walked up in this bitch, this be my gun my shit ain't aimless (Bah)
If you hangin' with my opps then my bullets nameless (Bah)
If you hangin' wit' them guys put you on a hanger (Yeah)
Rapper or singer all my songs them bitches bangers (Bangers)
My bitch slim in her hips, but her lips Topanga (Yeah)
Standin' on my money n***a I might [?] (Damn)