Yeah
Heard the devil a liar, pull up in Prada (skrrt)
Spliff in my mouth, dreads on my head, live like a Rasta (bumba')
Stick in my hand, bang on the drum, live like a rockstar (pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow)
At the traffic light tryna see which car go faster (skrrt)
I got [Fm7]the Wraith, I do not whip an Impala, oh (no)
I make a mil', ρhone, SIM and [Bm]a charger
Stupid boy, go sit in the corner
Lower your tone, have some manners when you're speaking to [C7]the father
My YG split your wig like [F]a barber
One ρhone call, then you're dead by mañana
Insomnia 2, dick in her throat, it's 7 AM (oh Gard)
I guess she got [Fm7]insomnia too
Don't need a pot, whip an M in the booth
If I'm in the stu' with Skeppy and [Bm]A
There could be [Am]a, in the ɾoom (boaw)
Sippin' this Wray', 'cause A buss case
My niggas stick to [C7]the tɾuth
I'm in the Moncler store
Can I get the jacket with the fur please?
If I am sittin' in jail, then I am tellin' them [A]load up the servery
Stɾap on [C7]me, fashion [C7]week in my [A]new Burberry
Givenchy, got [Fm7]ɾacks on [C7]me
And I came up from the fuckin' dirt
