From the D to the A (feat. Lil Yachty)

Off top, run a **** out his socks

**** talk more than bitches

**** really be on cock though

Just fucked a ho out in France

Paint her face like Picasso

I iced out my vatos, I'm really up

Big ass Beamer, big Benz and my Bentley next

Don't play around on my phone, ho, gimme sex

Watch on my wrist out of date, but it's Rolex

Grizzley up next, I'm up now

Strap your bullet vest

500 fifties, 600 hundreds

700 twenties, let's get straight to it

800 tens, what's that, 8 bands?

Hit the store and get some rubber bands

Let's get straight to it

Everybody come together, everybody got the plan

He came with you, so if he steal, it fall on you, we on your ass

Have your mans call his mans, make sure they ain't movin' fast

Soon as they touch Atlanta, get with Boat

Secure the bag, ****

Uh, oh, a bag secure, that's on my mama, bro

Asian lil' ho, she ride that dick, Yokohama flow

Made that shit double, got an Uzi, I don't scuffle

Not a banger but that banger in my car like an airbag

**** only aimin' in the sky, call those Air Mags

All up in Neiman's, coppin' shit like fuck a price tag

I'm ballin', ain't near a rap **** in the game that I'm callin'

If I need help, I'll dial it by my se-kelf

You swear your bitch faithful, she sent her location

I hit her at the trap in Decatur, she basic (Crazy)

Chop with the laser, get decapitated

Can't smoke, I'm on papers

Hold on, this my Jamaican (Love one)

**** want me dead, so I'm steady prayin'

Ain't no disrespect without retaliation

Fuck a hotel, I hit her in the basement

Text her later like, "I'm done with you

I got a situation, baby"

Well shit, bro, let me get her then

I'ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion's den

**** talkin' down, my bro got more heat than a fryin' pan

Gucci 'round my hair, wrapped tight like I'm Taliban

Like I'm Taliban, how we drop shit (Begone)

Lot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks

Touch my **** Yachty, get your top ripped

Don't ask the price if you know you ain't tryna cop shit

You the type to look around but never cop shit, aye

I'm the type to buy the store, make them restock it, aye

Beam on everythin' I own, I will not miss

Grizzley by my side like a pilot ridin' cockpit

Yachty, I might stop rappin' for this one reason (Oh, for real?)

If the Feds hear this shit, I'm doin' a hundred seasons

In the hood, shootin' craps in my Yeezys

Put angels on you **** who be playin' like y'all demons (You dig?)

Middle finger to them **** hatin' and fakin'

They plottin' on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration

Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation

Every real **** livin' will respect this collaboration

We the bust down brothers, check the Rollies out

Say you winnin' one more time, I'm pullin' trophies out

**** know we out, no Shaqs, all Kobes out

In other words, I'm with all shooters that'll blow you down

From the D to the A, put respect on it

If that's your ho, why my dick got her mouth on it?

I'm from the south, I got diamonds in my teeth

I got fur on my fleece, my new ring could pay your lease

Lease, ****

Chain on my dresser next to my indictment

When they said, "Not guilty," I was so excited

From the A to the D, bitch you heard Yachty

Wraith comin' this summer, I'ma have your bitch drivin'

Bitch!