| Fuck | 
| Grr | 
| Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom | 
| Ayo | 
| Ayo, the Glock in the Canada Goose | 
| One shot, knocked the fuck nigga head loose (boom) | 
| We the truth | 
| Teaching down every weekend rules | 
| Your neighbourhood drug lords, Patrick Moss | 
| Meech with the 7 why I clapped the 4s | 
| Started with a 8-ball, then graduated | 
| Shootouts, a thousand shots, no exaggeration | 
| I should’ve put a trash bag over the stick | 
| I should’ve put the trash bag over the stick | 
| Ayo, whip the coke like a maniac (whip) | 
| Fieg, Mr. Max on the Yankee hat | 
| Supreme war report, shoutout to CNN (salute) | 
| Seein' is believin', you was sleepin' in | 
| I was becomin' the legend by the second | 
| I’m like Jesus, don’t ever second guess me (fuck 'em) | 
| He tryna front like the trunk ain’t in the front (skr) | 
| In Morton’s, eatin' filets all month | 
| I’m gorgeous, why my waves on spun | 
| Your pockets like a raisin in the sun | 
| Mine’s like Creflo in his prime | 
| I’m like Gretzky with two 9s | 
| Boom boom boom boom boom | 
| I should’ve put a trash bag over the stick (grr) | 
| I should’ve put the trash bag over the stick | 
| Boom boom boom boom | 
| I’m tired of it | 
| You know, what if I took this gun, right? | 
| And blow your motherfuckin' brains out | 
| Then you’d bleed, just like me, you lil snake | 
| I don’t care about my life anymore, do you understand? | 
| I don’t give a shit, I don’t care |