Intro - Kamaiyah

What’s brackin'?

Bitch, not a thang

And I got gas for sale, it’s that pure octane

A broke bitch sniffin' cocaine

Uh, the main bitch that’ll speak on my name

Since I came in, I been blangin', it’s still same shit

Just now I got three chains swangin'

Y’all treat me like I’m famous

I don’t say shit, I just keep a pistol with like eight clips

Fuck a A-List, I’m tryna make a playlist

Get a home that’s spacious and never make a payment

And I can give a fuck about my ex

Back then I wasn’t shit, and guess what?

I still ain’t shit, bitch

And I’m still staying dangerous

Maintaining, mackin' and hangin'

High Street, four-five what I’m bangin'

This didn’t happen over night, that’s why I’m gracious

Ooh, I’ma Maxwell kid, nigga

Shopping at Maxfields, nigga, uh

Was in the alleyway with it

Outside doing digits and I clapped at bitch niggas

Yeah, my diamonds big dancing

They throw shade my way but it’s cap shit

Everything that say is all past tense

I lived past it, yeah, bitch, be more elaborate

No you ain’t active, uh-uh

You just pop off the lips and that’ll get yo ass smacked quick, uh

I’m relaxin', uh, big maxin', uh

And I talk my shit 'cause I can back it, uh

That’s facts, bitch, understand, bitch

That it, ain’t another bitch that can match it

Hell yeah I’m ecstatic

I made my way from pallets on a floor to a mansion

Bitch, you on always on sad shit

You doing bad bitch?

I’m courtside, Warriors-Mavericks

I drop the top when I need more expansion

On a vacation on a island to the Hamptons

And I be chillin', I be kickin' shit

Me and my old friends hashin' out our differences

My nigga on some real nigga shit

I still drink champagne with my chicken strips, ooh

I’m a self-made nigga

I did everything that I done campaigned, nigga

Shine so bright that you just can’t shade, nigga

I’m Teflon Don that you just can’t hate, nigga

Ooh, but I still wish a bitch would, ho

You getting pressed and getting pushed on

I’m at the crib getting good dome

While my main callin' me, I’m like «Fuck, shit, which phone?»

To go against me you’d need a wishbone

But your wish won’t get granted, bitch, shit, no

I ain’t the type you could shit on

'Cause if you try that shit, you know which way this shit could go

Ooh