b**h I'm in my f**k you bag, this ain't no thank you bag of groceries (f**k you bag)
b**h you think I'm cold outside, shit, you should see inside my chest (Got cold ass heart)
B**s Moncler bubble on, look like a suicidal vest (That B**s vest)
Lil b**h think I'm listenin' to her, I'm off the drank, I'm noddin' my head (Man, I ain't agreein')
And that blick just like my whip, push-start, it's one inside of the head (With one in the head)
I just came home from a drill, lil' b**h, I need you massagin' my wrists (They hurtin')
It's f**k a 4 lifer, you better still die behind me when I'm gone and I'm dead (Yea)
Bro was sleepin' on floors as a kid, he ain't worry bout monsters up under the bed (Hell nah)
And before they was filled up wit guap, I was ridin' 4 pockets, and all of em sticks (Sticks)
The diamonds all up in the face is so bright that I can't read the clock on my hand (They shine)
I got me a perfect lil' vision but you know I still keep a chop wit a lens (That prescription)