| Everything, I was Gucci |
| It’s like I’m always working and shit |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| It’s like every time I get in the booth |
| I just be talkin' that shit |
| No, they won’t feel this |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I’m making a different bag, different bag |
| Hope this will get 'em mad, get 'em mad |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Back in a different bag with you |
| You switched up, I ain’t mad at you |
| I hope that you don’t notice I miss you |
| And probably just want some time with you |
| Now everything working for me, as long as I keep aside from you |
| I know you ain’t around for me, is best that I keep aside from you |
| I told 'em that they couldn’t take it |
| I’m working on just being famous |
| And just gettin' over the basics |
| Hunnids poppin' out the crib when we make it |
| And bad bitches used to hate on how we looked in the hood, but them days gone |
| I can’t tell you how much I’ma stay strong |
| I’ma still go finesse when that Wraith gone |
| Past that, past that |
| She used to front but I’m past that |
| Everywhere I go I’m where the cash at |
| Throwin' dirt on my name, what you mad at? |
| Trap bag, trap bag |
| We workin' hard with a trap bag |
| I finessed and doubled then lost off a couple |
| But I’m getting closer to fast cash |
| Oh you looking mad |
| Well homie I’m grinding to stay here |
| I’ma go get this bag |
| You know I ain’t coming to play fair |
| I’m just finessing fast |
| Got all of my brothers to take care |
| I’ma give 'em my last |
| Drop-top roof for the summer |
| They feeling my drip, drip, drip |
| I’m cruisin' through quick in a Hummer |
| Bitches all on my dick, dick, dick |
| I cannot play games whenever |
| Tryna ice my wrist |
| We cannot be seen the same, 'cause all of we did |
| But talk to my fans on every song |
| Since they feeling my pain, I’m getting on |
| I ain’t no lame, don’t get me wrong |
| I just went through the struggle, it put me on |
| We still got them things that could be drawn |
| But you don’t wanna be friends, we don’t get along |
| Prolly pull out some shit that’ll hit 'em all |
| But we’re not for the violence, don’t get me wrong |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I’m going up, going up |