One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Got a million stripes and i'ma need a million more
Big homie now, little bro before
And I'm hitting every block I swear this sh*t feel like a tour
Got a bad b*tch with me, hit it til it's sore
Chandon sipper, liquor spilling out my pores
Said they wanted violence, said they wanted war
So we gon double back and we gon send em to the Lord
No I can't dumb it down
My location Allentown, b*tch I run it now
You want a feature that's gon cost a couple hundred now
She threw shade in 10th grade, she wanna fu*k me now
I came up, I changed up, I guess they love me now
Gold watch we gon plain it then we buss it down
Can*l street for your jewels you a fu*king clown
First we got em, then we spot em, then we shut em down
Aye check the scoreboard Lord we up a hundred now