Main Kit Video (MV)

Foreign whip, two Glocks and a Pint thats my main kit
Fine shit, all natural my main bitch
Go to war, I don't care, who you came with
Some Bally's, couple diamonds on my wrist
Batman, I'm shiestied up, ridin' round that block
Facetime my youngs like is we flockin', or we not
160 in the scat, cus I ain't talkin' to no cops
Rich nigga problems, I wake up with Givenchy
Some boss shit I'ma get a bag if it's near me
Get bold if you want, this nine talk like Siri
Ain't no normal coat, that shit say Montclair on it
The bottom of my shoes got a little red on it
Just booked your mans, for his ice and a pint of tris
She at that party, no longer my bitch
Shoutout Mayling, only reason I'm rich
Throwin' up gang signs, but scared to pull a skit
Slowing me down, these chains heavy on my neck
Tryna break the dash on the Jag, I might wreck
Forever DND, unless you talkin' bout a check
It's nothin' but a nine and a loaf in my tech
Nice guy, hidin' behind screens in the house
Get a bag and do it again, I don't need no spouse
Shiestied up clutchin' fake blows, play out
If I ain't got the blick, I ain't goin' out
Johnny Dang, I'm tryna buss down my wrist
In a foreign, but she still gon' get a lyft
Can't be broke, I'm surrounded by money
He got the drop, but he still ain't gon' touch me