[Intro]
(Ayo, Mark A!)
[Verse]
Loose Cannon and WEALTHY shoppin', I'm in Ferndale
[?] you still scramblin' tryna [?]
Was loadin' Bitcoin, always missed the first bell
Winnin' now, still humble from my first L
Winnin' now, turned my first L into a lession
Shootin' down south for that sack like a Houston, Texas
Ten moves ahead, checkmate, catch me Louis steppin'
Time for a third charm, you know Hutch gon' do the pendant
Cartier's on, buffed up, b*tch, I'm heavy pressin'
Doggy hit the crib fu*ked up, blowin' reggie, stressin'
Who the fu*k your jeweler is? Tuck that petty necklace
Thousand dollar kicks, you see me wit 'em then I bet he stеppin'
I just walk into the booth and tell you how I'm livin'
You a superhеro to the hoes, I'm chillin' 'round the villains
Thought I lost my mind, was lookin' for it, then I found some chicken
Lamb' truck in Cali, catch me playin' out of town ridiculous
6 of wocky, drop it in a red ruby squirt
Pocket full of pape', my friends dead like I'm Uzi Vert
Leavin' [?], I had to up my Gucci shirt
b*tch said three words when she see me, "Ooh, he turnt"
Said four words back like, "b*tch, you kinda ugly"
Heard bein' broke a joke but I ain't never find it funny
I just wake my ass up and go and find some money
Fourteen hundred on the kicks, the soles kinda bloody
Charged up, got my b*tch cookin' up like Bulma
Unc'y doin' turnaround with them "what-you-call-its"
When I was down, they ain't answer, now they'll know I'll never call 'em
Stackin' up leashes for these hoes 'cause you know I dog 'em
Hit the corner store, you know I got a Everfresh
SB, DSM, b*tch, we forever steppin'
Tryna wrestle? I got somethin' that's gon' end the wrestlin'
Pack-A-Punch the AR-15, this a special weapon
I might go OT and never come back
Lil freak b*tch, I'm in her walls like a thumbtack
Talkin' bout, "he upped some dogsh*t," he need that one cap
Heard they stuck, can't relate, I'm finna run laps
Designer bag full of sh*t, pull it out and act a ass
Late night slidin', rifle got a flash attached
Fraud guy, walkin' out of Chase with a bag of cash
I don't sell weed but when I do, I'm Mr. Tax-His-Ass
[Outro]
Huh, aye, sh*tty Boyz
(Hold on, I'm 'bout to come in)
(Ayo, Mark A!)