I'm too lit, too much drip, on the fit
Soda sip, finna dip, count the chips
My life is a movie, while your life is a clip
I be walking down the block, while you finna trip
Swerve, then I switch lanes, in the whip
Keep the drum on me, it got a lil kick
Everyday for me, it looks like it's a flick
Your bank empty, while my bills steadily flip
Rocking 'Preme, but you knew that tho
This a crime scene, as soon as I kick down that door
My aim is too keen, blood already hit the floor
After a hater down to the ground, I'm finna go
Mind your business, don't ask how much money I got
Chilling in New York, Milly Rocking on your block
You a dork, don't talk bad if your music ain't hot
I just went to the store, look how much stuff I got
Don't talk trash, if you ain't finna rumble
This is a freestyle, in real rap, I don't mumble
Got about 50 racks, packed in my duffel
Why are rappers afraid to speak, like their music is muffled
I can't deal with these haters, cuz all these haters lame
I got the ice cream drip, like I'm Gucci Mane
Haters never win but they have a scapegoat to blame
Haters don't got talent, that's why we ain't the same
I'm too lit, too much drip, on the fit
Soda sip, finna dip, count the chips
My life is a movie, while your life is a clip
I be walking down the block, while you finna trip
Swerve, then I switch lanes, in the whip
Keep the drum on me, it got a lil kick
Everyday for me, it looks like it's a flick
Your bank empty, while my bills steadily flip
I'm too lit, too much drip, on the fit
Soda sip, finna dip, count the chips
My life is a movie, while your life is a clip
I be walking down the block, while you finna trip
Swerve, then I switch lanes, in the whip
Keep the drum on me, it got a lil kick
Everyday for me, it looks like it's a flick
Your bank empty, while my bills steadily flip