[Ameriqa:]
Cellie ringin', ringin', ringin', ringin'
Hear 'em lip singin' my lyrics
100 friends, I can't trust no
Taliban on 'em fuck bro's
Pray I cost a hundred grand for a guest show
Keep my bitches comin' from my bands and my dress code
Middle finger to you ruble diggers
Ooh, I put my phone on silence
Here comes my whoadies wilin'
They brought that dope shit with 'em
But we ain't and smoke