Cutter, cut that shit up, man
Switch the 'Rari when I want, we at the other, other spot
Me and bro ain't swappin' out our jewels, this another watch
I get all types of bags in, I'm a different hot

Shrooms, sex on the private jet, this a different high
I'm with the
Brodie changed his life right way, he an ex kidnapper
Ain't tryna go there with you, weird ass actors

And rappers or whatever you call yourself
I got five cellphones, to call my bluff
Delete shit, I don't post, I can't show them folks all of this stuff
Turnin' up the business, I done killed and been ballin' it up

Older niggas postin' motivation, they holdin' they nuts
Keep the ones as clear, so don't put two millions to see the guts
Colors, she thinkin' I'm stubborn
But baby, I'm the catch, I catch up with you when I can

Need a chemical, every thing we do it should be all for him
We came through a hundred deep, I seen you with your boyfriend
Horse power, I was in a 'Rari, I was with a barbie, I had on Martin
I call Lauren, my new-new, yeah-yeah, my boo

Shit I rap 'bout be all facts, I'm livin' out my truth
He think he this 'cause he bought that, bro, I copped
We havin' motion for real, brr, everybody gettin' money
I took off on niggas, real bad, everybody act funny

Life a hard pill to swallow, nigga, everybody gotta stomach
I tried show niggas the right way, so everybody
I taught lead by example, helped everybody get money
I quit lean and stopped gamblin', I'm an ex codeine junkie (Lean)

Stayed in motels with my family, and did pushups with my blanket
Used to work abroad for my brother'nem, but I ain't never been no flankin' (No)
Some nigga tried me but couldn't call me, just a young nigga, they jumped me
One nigga still think he got one up on me, but his day still comin' (Wow)

I don't make threats nor promise, I just drop bands like commas
Don't even ask me 'bout dead folks, 'cause I ain't got no comment (Yeah)
I want my Ms up to one, two, three, four, five one-hundred (Go)
I ain't arguin' on no internet, I'm not Wack100 (No)

I'm in here with no shirt, just to show off the tats on my stomach (Man)
Niggas old an broke, and out of shape, it sick, make me vomit
Eighteen year later and my stock still ain't plummet
Had to bet on myself, and made somethin' from nothin' (Yeah)

Niggas sayin' they did this and that, for me y'all ain't did nothin'
Nigga gon' throw they hand in and stop all that bluffin'
(It's Gucci)