Official Lyrics

Hop on the beat and I eat it like dinner

These niggas pussy they don't know their gender

I see a boss and I look in the mirror

Flexing and stepping I make it look simple

My bitch is bad, and real bougie with dimples

My heart is cold like the middle December

Cut the bitch off tell her cry me a river

Run up on me you get popped like a pimple

Ball in the game, no ref but I'm official

Working my wrist I be stacking these figures

Money the topic the only agenda

Get to the cheese while you swipin on tender

Niggas is pussy yea I see ya whiskers

Bullets is hot, get burnt, body sizzle

Fuck on that bitch and I fuck on her sister

I be that man they call me yung mister

Feeling like Malcom the man in the middle

I get to the pack and you know I deliver

No time for safety I'm pushing my limits

I get to the check and I'm thumbing right through it

Me and the gang we moving congruent

You're beefing with us lil boy is you stupid

Don't try your luck you're life you will lose it

Down for the gang lil bitch gotta prove it

Talking shit don't get caught in the cross fire

This strand is purple I'm calling it starfire

I don't sleep yea I feel like a vampire

Thought about quitting but no I can't retire

Stack it up till I build me an empire

I'm a truth seeker don't fuck with no damn liar

Cook these niggas don't need me no air fryer

Community gated I filled it with barbed wire

Shop at Saks Fifth you just a damn gap buyer

You is not riding you caught a damn flat tire

Spark this wood I might start me a wildfire

Jump out the gym I feel like a hot flyer

I'm a boss so you know I can't get fired

Switching these bitches I feel just like quagmire

I'm a boss so you know I can't get fired

Switching these bitches I feel just like quagmire

Hop on the beat and I eat it like dinner

These niggas pussy they don't know their gender

I see a boss and I look in the mirror

Flexing and stepping I make it look simple

My bitch is bad, and real bougie with dimples

My heart is cold like the middle December

Cut the bitch off tell her cry me a river

Run up on me you get popped like a pimple

Ball in the game, no ref but I'm official

Working my wrist I be stacking these figures

Money the topic the only agenda

Get to the cheese while you swipin on tender

Niggas is pussy yea I see ya whiskers

Bullets is hot, get burnt, body sizzle

Fuck on that bitch and I fuck on her sister

I be that man they call me yung mister