Lyrics
(Ohh)
I'm scared to show my face in the mall because I punched it out
I want a bunch of credit cards, you want a bunch of clout
I got seven members hitting banks, they on different routes
I dropped a fake ID on the floor and they kicked me out
I'm a king, when I die, I'm gon' get mummified
I would've never died in Buffalo, I bring the gun inside
If you died, you're a fucking bot
If you die in a school shooting, you're a fucking bot
Why the fuck did you sit there?
I hate Lexington, but I can't lie, I got rich here
Flood the city with them fake pills, hit a lick here
With Percs, Xanny bars, and ecstasies, I had a big year
I feel bad 'cause half of them pills had Fentanyl
Sike, a few people died, I don't care at all
Don't be surprised, I'll scam a retard, I need it all
Cut this bitch off, she caught cancer and she went bald
It is what it is
Put some money on your head, they gon' spin, spin a wig
Walmart was finna close, I had to punch for the win
Senior year I was slapping, I had a bunch of them bands
Told myself when I get rich, I'ma stay humble
But that ain't last long, I had to up a couple
I should stop flexing on the 'gram, it'll keep me out of trouble
I know the feds looking at my 'gram like, "We onto some-" (I don't care)
But I ain't worried 'bout it, I ain't leave a trail
I ain't tripping, I could pay a quarter million dollar bail
Honestly, I'm from the suburbs, I don't belong in sales
Watch me get out the same day and I don't have to tell
