| Cook that shit up Quay | 
| I’ma keep going | 
| I’ma keep on going-oing-oing-oing-oing | 
| I’ma keep on going-oing-oing-oing-oing | 
| Yeah | 
| They say talk is cheap, I let my diamonds talk | 
| 2018, it came with auto-park | 
| Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemar | 
| Never leave my niggas, I love all of y’all | 
| Takin' all these drugs like I’m a rockstar | 
| Hi-Tech and that Act, I don’t drink Wockhardt | 
| I didn’t have a car, I used to walk far | 
| Now I’m standing on the stage like I’m a rockstar | 
| Whole milly in my safe, could’ve went and bought a Wraith | 
| I decided I should wait, movin' niggas out the way | 
| Free Tay-K, I beat the case | 
| Got a bank account with Chase | 
| Half a million in my safe | 
| Swear I’m on my way | 
| Screamin' free Kevin Gates | 
| I go and get it by any means | 
| Rockin' red bottoms with Amiri jeans | 
| Pop a percocet, take a sip of lean | 
| I bought real diamonds for the whole team | 
| I been gettin' money since thirteen | 
| I been grinding hard, stayin' lowkey | 
| Sellin' whole bags of the OG | 
| Get you knocked off for a low fee | 
| Diamonds hittin' hard, no lights needed | 
| Run it up fast like light speed | 
| Runnin' up the cost in a white tee | 
| I don’t go on dates, we fuckin' right now | 
| Make 'em treat me like a king, I got 'em bowing down | 
| They say talk is cheap, I let my diamonds talk | 
| 2018, it came with auto-park | 
| Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemar | 
| Never leave my niggas, I love all of y’all | 
| Takin' all these drugs like I’m a rockstar | 
| Hi-Tech and that Act, I don’t drink Wockhardt | 
| I didn’t have a car, I used to walk far | 
| Now I’m standing on the stage like I’m a rockstar | 
| Rockstar status me | 
| My last bitch abandoned me | 
| We could’ve had a family | 
| That shit made a man of me | 
| I got niggas mad at me | 
| Niggas I ain’t never seen | 
| I don’t drink green lean | 
| I fell in love with codeine | 
| Jumpin' on the stage, look at the crowd, I got 'em goin' wild | 
| Only rock the latest, they all on me, checkin' out my style | 
| Chain gang, sittin' in the cell I had my first child | 
| Mama tried to keep me in the house but I was runnin' wild | 
| Sellin' nicks and dimes to the fiends at the West End Mall | 
| Come through in a brand new Hellcat, I had 'em hatin' hard | 
| You ain’t got no haters you ain’t poppin', keep 'em on they jaw | 
| Came up in the trenches with them hustlers, I ain’t have no job | 
| They say talk is cheap, I let my diamonds talk | 
| 2018, it came with auto-park | 
| Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemar | 
| Never leave my niggas, I love all of y’all | 
| Takin' all these drugs like I’m a rockstar | 
| Hi-Tech and that Act, I don’t drink Wockhardt | 
| I didn’t have a car, I used to walk far | 
| Now I’m standing on the stage like I’m a rockstar | 
| Standing on the stage like I’m a rockstar | 
| Standing on the stage like I’m a rockstar | 
| Standing on the stage like I’m a rockstar | 
| I don’t go on dates, we fuckin' right now | 
| Bitch never forget that I’m a trap star | 
| I’m a trap star | 
| I’m a trap star | 
| I’m a trap star |