Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

Yeah when I get that bag I ain't last

That ho rocking all black when I pull up I don't lack none

Yeah, fuck whatever shit I said

I got too much bread, you lames can't comprehend

Racing to the green I'm way too fast I don't need no sled

They thought they could kill me but lil pussy I ain't dead

I just get that bread I don't mean offense

I got different vision yall ain't seeing through my lens

I make sure my competition always stay tense

I don't feel no pressure when it comes to the finesse

You can't take me off, when your ass was never on

You was never on so you can't talk about getting guap

Listen to my bars but you still won't reach the top

I can't listen to your shit the album trash you gon flop

My bread been mine I never need to lie

Triple seven heaven if you down then say goodbye

Triple seven heaven all you pussies finna die

Yeah, I got that bag like this, I bet y'all didn't know I could rap like this

Hit you with flow like this

Yall don't know nothing this don't make sense

Bug been on business that's common sense

Don't even try to contest