(Turn me up) (B-B-Bankroll got it) Let's do it, huh Yeah, huh, huh The fuck wrong with these niggas, Jason, man? Huh, huh These niggas can't These niggas be tryna pop it like I pop it They can't rock it how I rock it These niggas ain't me, let up Holdin' that bag, young nigga gon' fuck around and buy the Jazz Young nigga rock out Bitch, I pop out with two belts on top my pants (yes) Girl, I'm outside, right now, holdin' on a coat, playin' football with one hand I'm ready to go, get it started (I'm ready) I'm the reason the bases is loaded and stands (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm ready to go up with lil' shorty (I'm ready) I'm a gangster, I got her apart of the payin' (payin', payin') I click it, go Lambo for 'Rari (for 'Rari) In it, smokin' on dope, but I'm changin' the steerin' (the steerin') I up it and hit with the forty (I hit) And them pussies was talkin', them niggas done ran Lil Top, ridin' with a strap and a sack, okay (okay) Pussy nigga cap, get shot in his face I want you to tell 'em I'm raisin' my rate (rate) Refill that drank in my soda, the Fanta is grape (yeah) Play and the bitch get hit with a Drac' (boom) Knockin' 'em out of the way, let's do it (I knock 'em) Walk in your state with that fire, huh Pussy ass nigga, let's play (get to it) I'm switchin' the shoes on the ride He changed on the chains, I'm never gon' change Bae got money that's makin', she want me to wait She part of my name, these bitches insane I'm plannin' on curin' all the pain That's a hundred K on top of the ring (the ring) I'm in back of the Rolls, just maxin' Everything that I'm giftin' these bitches extravagant She plan on havin' it Grabbin' the back and I'm tappin' it, smashin' it Get in it, get in it, get in it (get in it, get in it, get in it, yeah) Top, this bitch like my car I'm 'bout Tezzy swervin' on the block, watch out for the cops And I got these young niggas strapped up for my opps In Paris, I'm kickin' my pimpin' It's France, we stuffin' these bitches in back of the car My fragrance, she smellin' it, she know I'm the man I pull out them bands, she ready to start Nigga get hit with a stick, shootin' on top my knees, I'm at that boy Slimier than a bitch, she was playin 'round, actin' cool, I broke her heart I hit the button on 'em Box on the back of the Glock, I'm ready to start I'm ready to swerve on 'em I just triple crossed 'em, sorry, but not sorry Huh, woah Huh, woah Bitch, I'm sorry, but not sorry Huh Yeah, yeah Bitch, I'm sorry, but not sorry (slimeto) Bang, bang (ayy, AI) Haha Bitch, I'm sorry, so not sorry Lil Top, Lil Top I'm sorry, but not sorry