[Verse 1]
Whippin' in the kitchen selling bricks I'm moving dope
Chain up on my neck
I flex that b**h and let it go
Uzi on my waist I co*k it back and let it blow
Running through your hood my n***a
[?]
All these b**hes trippin' talking 'bout they wanna s** this dick
I can feel [?]
Catch my b**hes [?]
Swerving through the [?] my n***a
I don't love no f**ing b**h
[?]
Made a n***a flip the bag
Swerving in the Cadillac
Talking sh**, you getting smacked
I don't give a f** about no b**h or no hoe
[?] ain't gonna let that b**h blow
I got gold up on my wrist
I got gold up on my neck
I got gold inside my mouth
And I got gold all on this tech, aye
Skrr, Skrr, Skrr, Skrr
Bullet smoke up in the air
Brr, Brr, Brr, Brr
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[Verse 2]
b**h I am a chef
I'm whippin' up the f**ing pot
Yet, it's hard up on the block
I put that money in my sock
You see the Glock [?] ending dream of n***as hoping
n***as knowing that this ain't a game, I don't want no fame, I'm just
Making money at a fast rate
Living life, just at a fast pace
Speeding in it with a Jag, mate
120 gotta go
Pump it up
k**ing it
Bag it up
Sell it b**h
Making moves
Stacking grid
Make it rain
Whip better b**h
God damn