One milly, two milly, three milly, four Got a million stripes and i'ma need a million more Big homie now, little bro before And I'm hitting every block I swear this sh*t feel like a tour Got a bad b*tch with me, hit it til it's sore Chandon sipper, liquor spilling out my pores Said they wanted violence, said they wanted war So we gon double back and we gon send em to the Lord No I can't dumb it down My location Allentown, b*tch I run it now You want a feature that's gon cost a couple hundred now She threw shade in 10th grade, she wanna fu*k me now I came up, I changed up, I guess they love me now Gold watch we gon plain it then we buss it down Can*l street for your jewels you a fu*king clown First we got em, then we spot em, then we shut em down Aye check the scoreboard Lord we up a hundred now