Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me
You know this trap shit a part of me
He gon pick it up and ship it accordingly
She gon give me head and tail like a quarter beat
Quarter beat, quarter beat, quarter beat
Stitched up, pullin strings like embroidery
On your block, I solicitin, loiterin
UPS, spread out, motherfuckin orderin
Penthouse, I won't ever be poor again
Streets gettin fickle, my nine paint a nickel
My bitches a dime, she bout like a sickle ?
A penny for thought, this motherfuckin car's electric
It's gon ride like a missile, it got recoil
You gon flip if it hit you, be cool
I'll get you your issue
Got a audience listenin, then they repeatin it back
Like a affirmation and they goin the same
Never asked to be a role model in the trap
Tryna buy the gold bottle in July when it's on the low throttle