Similac

Ain't none of you niggas on my level, that's a fact

These niggas, my sons, had to show em we could serve em Similac

Ride around with a gun, tryna find Cupid to get my feelings back

They doin' this for fun, I'm finna show em I'm that nigga, I'm tryna get through the crackity, crackity, crack

And break down the door and then cut off that hoe if she act like a gnat

They don't really like how I'm speakin' my mind, they say that they feel threatened I'm like chill out, relax

In the front seat still, I be rollin' up thrax, You touch me to the heart, I compression my chest

Fuck what they sayin, bae, give me that neck, I wanna go really fast in that Vette

Balenciaga, yeah, it's leavin' her wet

Punta Cana, we gon' leave on a jet