Intro 
Cook that shit up, Quay 

Verse 1 
I'm back on 
I invested in myself, that mean I'm black owned 
I?did?this from out?the trenches, that's my backbone 
Free lil'?bro he gone again, he just came back home 
Make my money match my outfit, I got racks on 
Had to cut off all the leeches tryna latch on 
Watch my man run up 200 off a trap phone 
Bet my dogs handle the business, I'ma rap on 
We put dicks inside our Glizzys, call 'em strap ons 
If you ever disrespectin', you get slapped on 
I done really ran my check up off of rap songs 
Everything I say no cap even with my hat on 
Got caught up in a blog, I was with a redbone 
Then I plead the fifth, put on my headphones 
Lookin' at my bitch I know I'm dead wrong 
I'ma keep this pimpin' 'til my headstone 
Still talking in codes on the jail phone 
Tryna say lil' bruh a rat, but who he tell on? 
Just whatever, with whoever how we gon' come 
Don't play in no band but we got sticks and drums, they go dum-dum-dum 

Chorus 
Hoppin' out the Bentley truck, we known for actin' stupid 
Yesterday went 4x4, today I'm finna coupe it 
I put diamonds on my neck and wrist, and even on my tooth 
Got the penthouse at the top, the helicopter on the roof 
Told lil' bruh don't take his ski mask off, he just might have to shoot (Fa-fa) 
I ain't fuckin' with these rappers, lowkey niggas really groupie 
Told lil' bruh don't take his ski mask off, he just might have to shoot (Fa-fa) 
I ain't fuckin' with these rappers, lowkey niggas really groupie 

Verse 2
I can't have my way with one I rather hit 'em in a group
I know niggas who bang red and know I'm standing on what's blue
You remember we was stuck, we had to come up on the move
You remember we lil' thuggin', we had came up on the news
Vibe lying, said she love me, I lied back "I love you too"
She want money for her pussy, no complaints is what I do
Why you trippin' in your feelings? Really you a prostitute
No back and forth, I'm blockin' you
Find me someone else to do
I'm in Calabasas having dinner with my actress boo
I got superstars textin', talkin' 'bout "I'm mad at you"
And my other vibe say my other vibe subbin' her
She ain't even stuntin' her
She can't even compare to her, yeah

Chorus
Hoppin' out the Bentley truck, we known for actin' stupid
Yesterday went 4x4, today I'm finna coupe it
I put diamonds on my neck and wrist, and even on my tooth
Got the penthouse at the top, the helicopter on the roof
Told lil' bruh don't take his ski mask off, he just might have to shoot (Fa-fa)
I ain't fuckin' with these rappers lowkey niggas really groupie
Told lil' bruh don't take his ski mask off, he just might have to shoot (Fa-fa)
I ain't fuckin' with these rappers lowkey niggas really groupie