I can't wait 'til Rolling Loud (Huh?) Babykane strippin' niggas for they bustdowns Touchdown, I ain't postin' pics or none of that (Uh-uh) I need twenty-two racks if you want that back (Give it here) Drove across the Us in a Sprinter with straps (Factual) Chopper lookin' just like rockin' an Oregon hat That G23 fat, it look like Nikki Parker I'm obssesed, I'm Professor Oglevee attached You said you broke the ho for how much? (Cap) You said that watch you got is how much? (Cap) You said check the scoreboard and your gang up? You work at Lids wearin' a Negro League baseball hat You ain't gon' find one picture of me flexing stacks (Never) I'm from Oakland where your ass get killed like that Light Divine and Miss Kim helpin' me raise Max 'Cause Max mama bum ass tryna model and rat Stomach bigger than a Bb-dub at dinner Cherry Moncler on stage like a Detroit winter Still off that Patr-enn', beatin' up my liver In Arizona gettin' ate by a bitch off of Tinder (Ugh, ugh) Let's go head up, I bet I knock off your fender After y'all done with that groupie ass bitch, I'ma send her Offset Jim ain't come with us, but we still mobbin' Bitch ass niggas ain't gon' even touch my baby picture Floyd, Lloyd, Tells, and Black shootin' dice with the Mozzys Baby dad, Burberry dripped on my body Look like Giannis, 34 from the Milwaukee Bucks Bitch, she ain't cheatin', so she ate my dry salami Cleat check, one take Jake in my Air Force 1s (I need that) Tied both shorts with a Glock 23 in the club Moses with me, Pra, and like fifteen Bloods I just left Crazy Girls with a strip full of ones Do a few, knock two, and did my Dougie (Uh) I wish I would give a bungalow bum my money Clout chasin' ass niggas be famous and hungry Dirty and bummy, press record and do something funny Can't nan' nigga ever say they took shit from me (Never) Can't nan' nigga ever say they killed shit for me (Never) I wrote this shit while on tour driving through Tennessee Soon as tour over, I'ma go cop a '63