Intro 
Ayy, hello? (Who is this?) 
I just got off the phone with DDawg (Not gonna say) 
Ayy, you keep bein' stuck up in your ways, you gon' fall, time (Goddamn, nigga, [?]) 
Man, I know that shit, nigga 
Yeah, don't know, ayy, pull up, though 
I ran up that money so muthafuckin' high 
Ayy, I swear to God I could stop rappin' now 
Nigga, I don't give a fuck about what you think, bitch 

Chorus 1 
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up 
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home 
Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena 
I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown 

Verse 1 
I'm smokin' on doja, I pull up rollin' on some ignant shit 
Know the opp get blown, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it 
Motherfuck them shows, Iain't leavin' my home, bitch, I'm really rich 
And I'm so caught up in my ways I tend to all that shit 
Opp, 750 from the bank and they say, "Goddamn" 
I ain't gotta walk and I just call, they know who I am 
Pics on Instagram, and go to tweak and and that I spam 
Someone plays around, this bitch fuck who don't like what I'm sayin' 
Swervin' in that Lamb' with the gang, we all tool-totin' 
You start this shit, I'm known end it with that tool totin' 
Pussy, I was tryna buy soul but my bro stole it 
Swipe so much into your rig, I think my car totaled 
Yeah, fuck your lingo how you bummin', nigga 
Posted Trey on 38th, I hear ya comin' nigga 
Prolly got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga 
Better have your stick out, I release six off when you turnin' nigga (Uh, mm) 

Chorus 2
How you get them cars and all that jewelry nigga? I don't know
How you spent that money and still got millions nigga? I don't know
How I got all them bitches and don't want one nigga? I don't know
Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow

Break
(Ayy, why you been on some stupid shit with everybody YoungBoy?)
Nigga, I don't know (Ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain't shit?)
Nigga, I don't know (Yo, I really do know but I really don't know)
Nigga, I don't know (I just rolled a blunt up and light this joint, nigga, what!)

Verse 2
Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow
Bitch stop all that hatin', just come say somethin' with your own folk
Jumpin' in that Maybach, in my styrofoam, red coke
I'm for the pills, in my pendant, who that is? Your ho
Why them bitches don't want on me lately, Lil Top? I don't know
I'm from the streets, I got that guap, this shit I'm blessed for
This shit around my wrist'll get you popped or get you stepped on
But on the other end I don't get nothin' unless I get one-fifty
Lil shaw--

Chorus 2
How you get them cars and all that jewelry nigga? I don't know
How you spent that money and still got millions nigga? I don't know
How I got all them bitches and don't want one nigga? I don't know
Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow

Chorus 1
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home
Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena
I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown

Outro
Shut up, nigga, I don't know
Uh, yeah, Lil Top, nigga, I don't know
Bitch on Vogue, nigga, I don't know
Fuckin' with your jail po'