Bruce Leroy

(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)

Yeah

Chain glowing and I punch shit, Bruce Leroy

Huh, yeah

ShittyBoyz

Chain glowing and I punch shit, Bruce Leroy

Win streak 50-1 with him, I could beat Floyd

Fuck Saks up, Polamalu, you ain't seen Troy

AR with the range, I'll slide a score, three point

Headshot, shoot it in yo face like our deadeye on

Air Forces, beam on the stick, turn my Jedi on

Take him straight to the Arabs, I ain't selling phones

Heard you got some shooters on yo team, I'ma set the zone

Feel jacks, rap star, and I'm still scamming

Batman, black Scat Pack, ride with six gadgets

Couldn't fit the whole case of Wock', had to six pack it

Chopstick take him on a ride, we'll Six Flags him

Smoking on Gеlato, either Apricot or Apple

Twist his top off, wе'll pop him like a Snapple

Juke 12 out, I'ma dodge 'em, tryna tackle

Big-ass plate, man, this lobster has me baffled

Couldn't touch the net, now I'm sitting on the basket

Rap chose me, if you gifted, it'll happen

Dior welcome mat, told the bitch that I'm Aladdin

A hunnid on the 'Gram, bitches lined up like a pageant

Bitch, I'm really up, nah, I do not borrow

Big thanks to the mailman, nah, not Karl

You was wishing in a well, I was tryna pop Fargo

Bitch, I'm really scoring in the city, I am not Darko

Militant, been the shit, I can send a hit

Got exquisite drip, foreign shit like an immigrant

Debit BIN really do magic, hit the pin with it

I'ma thank God for the punch then go sin with it

Airbnb with six rooms, you at a Red Roof

Hitman got a aimbot, he gon' head shoot

10K on me, ain't a dollar I'll lend you

"Human" on my right one, "Race" on my left shoe

Hoes burnt out, on the 'Gram shaking ass for free

1K a day, this new card is gon' last for weeks

OT in LA, flashing racks at the beach

I'ma look down at yo ass, need to stack some cheese

Half of these hoes mice, other half cobra

You the type to shoot the shot even if the pass over

Straight drop turned the cream pop into a black soda

Come through shooting HD like I'm [?

2000s baby, spent two thousand on my kicks

You ain't got a hunnid? I just spent that OT on the list

Time is money, won't waste neither on no bitch

I been in my bag locked in, on some focus shit

Chrome Heart on, leave her heart broke, I'm so rude

You dick sucking, I'm just making money, how I'm 'posed to

Chop eat his ribs up, the bullets wanted soul food

They said I wouldn't be where I'm at, shit, I told you

Huh, shit, I told y'all

Not coming Timbs till the first time the snow falls

Unc' throwing white at the fiends, not no snowballs

I can show you how to make a thousand off of phone calls

Showboat, they won't do shit, watch me show off

Scat look like a hovercraft, how it float off

Bitch want Dior flops just to show her toes off

On that one shit, I'm on fire, I don't know Off

Three thirties on me Steph, Seth, and Dell

Just yesterday I made ten off Zelle

Treat her like shit till she catch my mail

One two times for every L I felt

(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G, beat)