(Man, I ain't got shit to prove
I smoke better, drink smoother, and look flyer than half these clowns)
(Ayy, run that...)
F**k it, I’m lit, rollin’ up clocks in the whip
BuzzBall cracked, got a freak on my dihh
Middle finger high, I don't care who pissed
Self-made king, still talk my shit
F**k it, I’m lit, whole gang on go
Blunt too fat, might spark it slow
Say I’m cold? Bitch, I don’t give a f**k
I’m chill as hell, but I still go nuts
I get high, then I slide on beats
Got her top off like a roof in heat
I don’t chase hoes, I pass like gas
But I’ll break her back if she throw that a*s
Got Henny in cup, no chaser
Only smoke clocks, no paper
Don’t talk slick if you soft inside
My weed hit hard like a Glock outside
No fake love, no broke convo
Bitch better come with a check or combo
I’m rude, I’m raw, I’m rich off game
And I still blow trees like a hurricane
She say I’m toxic—nah, I’m real
If I don’t feel it, I won’t sit still
I’m lit, I’m chill, I’m that one
And I’m way too high to give a f**k, son
F**k it, I’m lit, rollin’ up clocks in the whip
BuzzBall cracked, got a freak on my dihh
Middle finger high, I don't care who pissed
Self-made king, still talk my shit
F**k it, I’m lit, whole gang on go
Blunt too fat, might spark it slow
Say I’m cold? Bitch, I don’t give a f**k
I’m chill as hell, but I still go nuts
Bitch I’m buzzed, and I’m blunted too
Pourin’ up lean like it’s Mountain Dew
In the backseat gettin’ topped in cruise
She got good brain, I ain't even lose
Hoes be mad, but they know what’s up
They all want love, I just want my cut
Don’t do feelings, I do funds
Only thing I cuff is smoke in ma lungs
Gas in rotation, vibes on tilt
Woke up drunk, still dressed in silk
Talk down? Then we spinnin' like vinyl
I don’t do threats, I do finals
Check my tone, it’s chill but cocky
My weed too loud, my game too sloppy
She said, “boy, you rude,” I said “bet”
Then fucked her twice and left her wet
F**k it, I’m lit, rollin’ up clocks in the whip
BuzzBall cracked, got a freak on my dihh
Middle finger high, I don't care who pissed
Self-made king, still talk my shit
F**k it, I’m lit, whole gang on go
Blunt too fat, might spark it slow
Say I’m cold? Bitch, I don’t give a f**k
I’m chill as hell, but I still go nuts
(Yeah I still go nuts)
(Yeah, aye)