Murda

[Verse 1]
Thats a Porsche Mission E (Yeah)
Get your fucking hands off that 'fore you get beat (Back the, aye nigga back up)
Bitch why you keep calling my phone thought you was sleep (Ugh!)
Damn this ho get on my nerves she geeked (Damn, shut the fuck up bitch damn)
I hate ho's with a passion (Ugh damn!)
Coupe all-black like salmon how I'm swag'n (Yuh yuh)
Cool I was stacking up that paper off that backend
Said I was the greatest and ain't shit even happen
Pretty pretty boy Kodie won a fucking beauty pageant (I look great)
Ten minutes later and they still fucking clapping (Great job)
Feel like I'm greatest boy what's happening (Boy what's happening)
Get it clapping (Get it clapping)
My whip louder than a motherfucking Kraken
Boy what's happening (Boy what's happening)
My coupe is blue (Coupe is blue)
I'll block her number if you want me too (I'm lying haha)
Now these niggas be big mad
And I'm still counting big cash (A hundred)
How I get my license cause I'm driving to get whiplash
Counting money my head hurt
And you niggas is headass (Dummy)
"Bro that's my bitch" Nigga was deadass
Nigga that's my ho, just like a pothole
Keep sticks just like it's Bosco
Haters want beef no nacho
And I'm still shopping at Costco (I'm boujee)
Yeah yeah yeah

[Interlude]
I'm boujee
I'm boujee
I'm boujee
I'm boujee
I'm boujee
I'm boujee

[Verse 2]
Mans is hot used to rob, stopped
Niggas be on that crack rock
I'm dripping that water no water tap
Nigga get your ass beat down bad
I'm in this coupe swerving too fast
Can't even drive it cause it's too fast
Then it gon' slide no baby
Bentley gon' ride too baby
They say they hated on the BBY
But I'm counting up hundreds in Mercedes
I been feeling kinda blue lately
I'm still counting hundreds don't mistake me (Yeah!)
Feeling like the greatest and I may be (Yeah!)
Feel like God cause he made me (Yeah!)