Lyrics:

{Intro}
I'm real rare, mhm

[Verse 1]
Ay, one take gang, bitch I'm real rare
Fuck your bitch then I leave, boy I don’t care
.40 on me, keep it stashed by my underwear, huh
Walk up in a party, get him outta there, ayy
Fuckin' on your bitch in electric chair, huh
If she die tonight, I bet I don't care, ayy
Pull up on the scene with my niggas, yeah (ayy, ayy)
Hairline on a trigger, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I told that bitch to get with the program, uh
Pull up on the scene with my bros, yeah, ayy
Runnin’ through the six with my woes, yeah
In Florida, they know that I got zoes there, yeah
Fuck nigga, you don't wanna go there, uh
Pull up on the scene, they like, woah there
Woah, up the .40 and he still scared
I ain't afraid to die, bitch I don't care
Rich nigga shit, may have to hold a Rollie up
I been ballin' but they tryna get they goalies up
Fuck a basic bitch I really need a trophy, yeah
Fuck a basic bitch I really need a trophy, yeah
She was suckin' on my dick just like she know me, yeah
24 I'm ballin' on 'em like I'm Kobe, yeah
Super clutch I'm in the fourth just like Ginóbili, yeah
Time is money so I went and got a Rollie, yeah

[Verse 3]
I ain't fuckin' with the opposition, ain't no competition
If you hear me, yeah, come and get it, whippin' in the kitchen
I been stackin', I been flippin', show you how I'm livin', look at my car, huh
Watch me push a button to no ceilings, I go far, huh
Fuck your bitch, you know I'm off of hella Xanax bars
Took this shit too far, fucked her in her car
I feel like a star, huh, ay, ay, yeah
Pull up on him he get—, pull up on him .40 off
Really came from nothin'
Pull up on the scene, you know that we gon' get it jumpin'
.40 make you dance, them niggas thought that you was krumpin'
All these niggas do, they don't make money, make assumptions
Me? I count it up so much my fingers hurtin'
Off a Perky with this richness in my face, I'm such a different person, yeah
Pull up on them crazy, you know we gon' murder, huh, ayy
You know we gon' murder, you know we gon' murder

[Verse 4]
You know what it is, tell me what it isn't
R. Kelly with the bitch, I'ma get to pissin'
Never gave a fuck about none of the competition
I ain't never lackin', got my hand on my Smith & —
On a torch, or a glizzy, gun enormous
Told my momma, she deserve it
Here's a mansion (here's a mansion)
I can see through the surface, through the surface
Bitches they be snakes, huh, that's a serpent
Nigga got the sermon, yeah I earned it
I just bought a hundred thousand- of the (?), I ain't
Had to smash 'em, pass 'em, natural disaster
Momma say I'm crazy, try take me to the pastor
That shit do not matter, plus my pockets fatter
Outta space, I'm off the drugs, feel my face on Saturn