I gotta close the window before I record

Cause New York don't know how to be quiet

Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie poppa (baby)

Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers

But really though, she a silly ho

Cause you know the Fergenstein gettin' plenty dough

She don't get nothin' from a n**a though

All she get is hard d**k and some Cheerios

Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical

Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs

No tint though, on my window

So you see a n**a shinin' in the Benzo

Ballin', got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a p**p though

No limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos

Put in work, run up on a killer, then I put him in the dirt

Run up in the building, Run up in the building

That's what a n**a get when they gettin' on my nerves

I ain't lyin'，put in work

ScHoolboy Q with a pound of the purp

So much work he'll smoke up the Earth

Polo Ground, A$AP World

(Haaan!) That ain't Kanye

That's Montana, loose cannon

He shot me, so I had to do it

Put him in the dirt, put him in it first

I just sold a swammy with ten homis on it

Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it

When they mask up, comin' for your ice

When they bare-faced, they comin' for your life

Baby, don't pray for me, pray for the weak

I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep