I'm the only youngin' painting pictures and it's getting sketchy And I'm on my shit like Ps and Qs so you can never check me Bitch I'm in the hood I keep it on me you can come and test me Niggas talking shit, bitch I'ma pop it if you disrespect me I'm stuck in my lane, I'm going insane, these niggas hop on my train These niggas be lame, they just want the fame, I'm coming and taking the game I been through the pain, they want in my lane, my flows and my lyrics are strange Them boys are the same, my niggas ain't change, I look at my flame, and be like Fuck them niggas (Fuck them niggas) They some bitches (They some bitches) If you want it I can pull up with extensions If I see a ticket in my lane bitch I'ma get it Get that bag and I'ma flip it, it's my time and I can't miss it Niggas see me get into the check I'm running to it They like, "[?] how you do it?" "How you juggin'? How you move?" I be like .... No, bitch, I'm flexin', don't you ever disrespect it Treat my dudes just like I'm Machiavellian, we gon' send a message Call up Slizzy and he got extensions, bullets we gon' stretch it Oh my god, I'm going hard You a bitch (You a bitch) And I'm a boss (And I'm a boss) You see the drip (Brr, bah!) I got the sauce (I got the sauce) She see the wrist, she on my hip, like, "What it cost?"