text: Uh 
   Popp came up, he the motherfuckin man 
  How the fuck he go like straight to the top?
  He was just locked up in the motherfuckin can 
  And the party go down if I step in 
  Ima ball like Im Scottie Pippen 
  They be like, Popp, you so motherfuckin hot
  If you stand too close then you might catch a tan 
  Now I can see why its more than a band
  Bro brought a drum and he sayin, Lets rock 
  Uh, I dont fuck with no cop
  No red light, man, I wont stop 
  Uh, aint cuffin no thot
  Just want the top, man, I dont want the box 
  Uh, I dont fuck with no opps
  Gang tryna kill so we spinnin they blocks 
  The shit go left when shit hit the fan
  Niggas always talkin all that shit on thе Gram 
  We gon pull up to your block in a van
  Shit all fun and jokes til your man get blammеd 
  Shed light on your block, man, this a new land
  He was acting tough, pulled up, then he ran 
  This how you tell that Im straight from the gutter
  I walk in the spot with a gun in my pants 
  .223, man, this shit going up
  Fah-fah-fah, man, right at your top 
  Even if I dont even got me a gun
  If I swing first then the gang gon ride 
  From the North to the South, thats mob ties
  Same old gang-gang, squad-squad 
  Everybody shoot shit, look out
  Now you a pack, you Zaza 
  Run right down and we takin your shit
  Like a STD, man, you just got burnt
  Try to fall back, Im a rockstar now
  Ima jump in the crowd like Lil Uzi Vert 
  Yeah
  Doors go up cause I stay in the Lamb 
  Peanut butter seats, bitch, I got it out the jam 
  All-white diamonds, I dont even know the clan 
  Bitch gave me the top, yeah, she made my tool stand 
  Made a million dollars of the muhfuckin all pots and pans 
  I just made a bitch turn to my thot 
  Mm, I only gave five bands 
  Real nigga shit and its all in the plan 
  I was just talkin to Popp 
  Hunnid diamonds on me and they wet like the dam 
  Rocks on my socks, these Guccis, no Stans 
  Bugatti cost me a whole million 
  Actually, one point five
  Shit, cousin, bro was just in the can 
  Now our diamonds all spick and span 
  If you want beef then youll get dropped 
  Boy, better listen to your mans 
  Try to act tough, you a fan 
  Young mans tryna shake my hands 
  When Im in the mall even got my Glock 
  Please dont get blammed 
  I just count me a new ten 
  I feel like Im Cam 
  Alright, Im goin ham, yeah 
  No I dont eat pork, yeah 
  Alright, pull up a Porsche, yeah 
  I put it right up in sport, yeah 
  Drive like a course , yeah
  Freshest of course , yeah
  Fuck a lil whore , yeah
  Im way on board , yeah
  Lets go
   Popp came up, he the motherfuckin man 
  How the fuck he go like straight to the top? 
  He was just locked up in the motherfuckin can 
  And the party go down if I step in 
  Ima ball like Im Scottie Pippen 
  They be like, Popp, you so motherfuckin hot 
  If you stand too close then you might catch a tan 
  Now I can see why its more than a band 
  Bro brought a drum and he sayin, Lets rock 
  Uh, I dont fuck with no cop
  No red light, man, I wont stop 
  Uh, aint cuffin no thot
  Just want the top, man, I dont want the box 
  Uh, I dont fuck with no opps
  Gang tryna kill so we spinnin they blocks 
  Hop in the Lambo, take off 
  .40 gon take your face off 
  Hop in the rocket, blast off
  Niggas wanna play with us, play ball
  I dont see haters, Ray Charles 
  Im on the block with a pack in my drawers
  Spend me a check when I go to the mall
  Pushin the gas when I run from the law 
  Pushin the gas when I run from the law
  You know that I got that Glock in my drawers
  One false move, they knockin you off, yeah, ayy
  I can really tell these boys are soft
  I can really do shit on my own