Outfit (with 21 Savage)

Yeah, 100K light, that's just travel to me (check, please)

I ain't goin' back and forth, bitch, I'm capital P

Ain't dropped a song when my trap still on beat

We got three thousand pounds, how the fuck we gon' sleep?

Lost a few guys, but I ain't lose no sleep

Ain't no roof on this 'Rari, ain't duckin' no beam (what else?)

I'm the big dawg, niggas puppies to me (what?)

That's my shit, but she can't be in public with me

Fuckin' these bitches ain't nothin' to me

I had pretty shit when it was ugly for me (on God)

Real hustler, I am (am), I could send a pack all the way to Thailand (Thailand)

He can't do nothin' for you, but I can (I'm him, I can)

Bulletproof, that wherever I land at

In the hood where I'm high in demand at (demand)

Ten whole summers, no fumbles, I ran that

Pillow talkin' to hos got your man jacked

All that hidin' in the house got your man stamped (frrt-frrt)

Baby land, we done sold out a WHAM pack (gone)

Certified, came home servin' 'em gram sacks

"Go be rich or die tryin'," I chance that (chance it)

I took off, but I still sent a hand back (a hand)

Give the trenches some hope

Put it on like I'm still sellin' dope, the new 'Rari a four door (four door)

Me and bae on the yacht with some hos

When we done, call 'em over and go eat at Komodo

In Skyami, I move like a pope now (Keisha)

She a good one, but love to get choked out (come here)

I make anywhere turn to a dope house

In the mix, but I'm keepin' my folks out it, yeah

Hoppin' out a lamb chop

Hotter than Atlanta

Someone cut the fan on

Whole lotta bands on me, yeah

Shirt two thousand, jeans six thousand

Kicks two thousand, dime on the outfit

Dice game geeked up, Cadillac, V-truck

Track' with the kill switch, all that type shit

Bought a 'Rari, I'm rich, I ain't rent one

I'm on Candler where I get my tint done

If she askin' for money, I send some

Get her hair and her nails, and her hips done

All the trucks be P, we got ten of 'em

When you talk 'bout a real one, I been one

If you point out a opp, I'ma spin one

We give all of 'em belt, nigga, then some

Niggas goin' back and forth, ain't none of that

If she fine and she thick, I'ma double-tap

Put a switch on the back, gotta double-tap

Get him smacked, turn around, give his brother dap

G-block, cutthroat, where they thuggin' at

It's a few rap niggas that'll never rat

I'm one, engineer, this where you cut it at

All the fans and the blogs need to study that

Super Saiyan from the back, I Goku

She a rachet-ass bitch, put her on Zeus

I'm a player, I'll run through the whole crew

Brought Drac' with me and it know kung fu

If I hit him in the jaw, then he gon' sue

Colored diamonds in the Richard like Hi-Chews

She like, "How the car barkin'?" Ain't no roof

When you suck me, I don't wanna feel no tooth

Nigga, fuck your big dawg, say you know who

We got sticks for them niggas and smoke too

Need to call the opps vibes, they hos too

Prolly wouldn't step on shit with a old shoe

I got rich and I iced out the whole zoo

If she bad and she quiet, I go through

Slow music, she fuckin' me slow too

I'm an R&B nigga off Pro Tools

If it's war with us, you prolly gon' lose

From Atlanta, ain't playin' by no rules

Catch him at the red light, nigga, don't snooze

Glock .40, Gen5, nigga, don't move

Bulletproof Maybach, put it on cruise

Take a nigga main bitch, put her on a cruise

On your knees, don't stop, let me see a bruise

You might get a Kelly bag if you make it ooze

Hoppin' out a lamb chop (ooze)

Hotter than Atlanta

Someone cut the fan on

Whole lotta bands on me, yeah

Shirt two thousand, jeans six thousand

Kicks two thousand, dime on the outfit

Dice game geeked up, Cadillac, V-truck

Track' with the kill switch, all that type shit