| Keep your 80 grand, residential brand |
| Had enough of your white Chucks and cargo pants |
| I’m that James Dean, I’m your Adidas Queen |
| Need a spot with some heat and hella caffeine |
| I’m moving uptown |
| Want it authentic so fuck a discount |
| Westbound, Clueless like Tai, I’m here now |
| Step down, thanks for the share, it don’t mean shit |
| Two thousand miles away because I’m relevant |
| Quit tryin' to claim me, lately |
| Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby |
| Your moves are too soft |
| Hop the fuck off |
| Bitch knows she’s not on the block with me |
| What’s she saying? Shouldn’t talk like that |
| Boy, if I followed your advice then I’d be where you’re at |
| Three digits on my cell, that spot can burn in hell |
| Apocalypse, they screamin' lit like it’s still 2012 |
| I keep it uptown, countin' up commas on my bank account |
| Westbound, but all locale’s locals bump my new sound |
| Step down, up on this stage, my view’s too loud |
| Go 'head and send that snap cause ho you know I’ll tap you out |
| Quit tryin' to claim me, lately |
| Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby |
| Your moves are too soft |
| Hop the fuck off |
| Bitch knows she’s not on the block with me |
| And you can post it how you want, you love to front |
| Used to give a fuck |
| And avoid it like a loner |
| But living on the coast, worthy shit has my attention |
| Post like it’s legit, you love the pics |
| 15 minutes end, my time begins |
| I’ll take the attention and I’ll take it alone |
| Quit tryin' to claim me, lately |
| Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby |
| Your moves are too soft |
| Hop the fuck off |
| Bitch knows she’s not on the block with me |