Music: Taurus Bartlett/Herbert R Wright
Foreign cars and bad b*****s, you know that's the life
Always ask God to forgive me, I ain't livin' right
I can't go broke, if it get low, take gang on a heist
Yeah, I'ma do whatever just to make this shit right
It's some shit I'm takin' to the grave
Know I'm in this shit forever, I can' give a **** 'bout the fame
P***y, you is not him, ask, they do not know his name
I get a nigga touched, they don't even gotta be in the state
And they know I'm the one
Ain't tryna speak on no internet beef, niggas know me, I'm gon' get it done
My stick strapped, catch me in the back if I jump out this b***h, no, I bet he can't run
Stand over and finish him, no, we don't shoot if it's innocence
You know I ain't into that dissin' shit, they just want some attention, let's spin on
One of them, for sure he a goofy, we run on him
Everywhere I pull up, got ten on
I'm from HotBlock, b***h, we don't got no big homies
Sit on it, we get that low, we gon' sit on it
I know some niggas who really want fame
But watch how I pull up with switch, homie
Foreign cars and bad b*****s, you know that's the life
Always ask God to forgive me, I ain't livin' right
I can't go broke, if it get low, take gang on a heist
Yeah, I'ma do whatever just to make this shit right
It's some shit I'm takin' to the grave
Know I'm in this shit forever, I can' give a **** 'bout the fame
P***y, you is not him, ask, they do not know his name
I get a nigga touched, they don't even gotta be in the state
Brand new whip (Skrr)
Brand new wrist watch (Whew)
And you know this shit don't tick tock
Bad lil' b***h wanna lip lock (Damn)
I don't want nothin' but head (Uh-uh)
Still be high on the meds (High on the meds)
I walk right in Hermès (Hermès)
Go buy wifey a Birkin, my side b***h flip flops
I was just duckin' the feds, but I'm goin' straight to the [?] (Uh)
I go viral off the trenches, I'll go viral on TikTok
Really in the streets, **** hip-hop
Make a rap diss, get ziplocked
As much as I be preachin' peace, I'm still like "**** the opps" (**** the opps)
I just wake up, wanna shop, bad lil' b***h, she know how I rock
Getin' this cake and I can't stop, why would I ever wanna stop?
N***r cared about sendin' shots, everywhere I got my Glock
Ayy, before you get on this yacht, is you with it or not?
Foreign cars and bad b*****s, you know that's the life
Always ask God to forgive me, I ain't livin' right
I can't go broke, if it get low, take gang on a heist
Yeah, I'ma do whatever just to make this shit right
It's some shit I'm takin' to the grave
Know I'm in this shit forever, I can' give a **** 'bout the fame
P***y, you is not him, ask, they do not know his name
I get a nigga touched, they don't even gotta be in the state
Put the heat in his face, skrrt off, high speed on the jakes
Yeah, they be on me, my vultures stay hungry
Book the flight, put the beef on the plate
Yeah, we the reason they march on they homie
Hop out and them lil' demons will chase
I got a bag and a bad b***h on me
Niggas like to just be in the way
Uh, tell 'em "Pour all my liquor"
I'm in this b***h with my niggas
Too many killers, no you can't get my picture
I know that she notice I'm bigger
I got that shit out the mud, and I really ran up eight figures
I get to thinkin' 'bout b***d and I'm startin' to lose my temper
I got a bad b***h down in Dallas
I n***r had shit, now I got it
Fonem gon' splash shit 'til he vanish
I need cash quick, I'm an addict
I like to role hard 'til my brain gone
Off a X pill how I manage
And I won't give a **** if my fame gone
B***h, I kept it real with my savage, uh