don't understand

I'm gon' walk up in that bank because I can, know I got them bands

You wanna be me bad, but you can't copy me, you fucking can't

Do not talk to me until you make a 100K, a grand

If you is not conversating 'bout money, I don't understand

Walk up in that store and everything is what I'm copping

You wanna hate on me, I guess we got no other option

My music getting better, at this point, there is no stopping

The chopper named Azula 'cause them bullets finna shock him

Might turn into a villain 'cause of how much I've been plotting

My ex been on my page, told her, "Stop all of that stalking"

You said you dropped a song, nigga, we know that shit flopping