SIRI

My head done hit the ceiling Now I'm tryna make it to the moon

Chains up on my neck and yeah, they cold, gotta keep it cool

Fuck niggas be doin' all that talkin', how bout you make a move

Plenty niggas wouldnt even stay down with me, but they gon' see it soon

All my niggas pop outside like it's a fire drill

I got a nigga who shoot that three just like he Bradley Beal

Niggas claimin' they on that drill, but you ain't never kill

All that yellin' in your song, boy, take a chill pill

If you got one's up in your bankroll, boy you better flex it

I don't even care how the fuck you get it ain't no kissin' telling