Dismantled

Yeah, yeah

Too much money, can’t fit it in my pants, huh

Iced out belt hold my pants up

Ain’t from Zone 6, but I got a lil’ one from the east side of Atlanta

How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom

That dude broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I left him

I do this for my fans, this for my fam’, yeah

If she don’t pick up when I call, ain’t call again, can’t spam her

Take it to the grave, won’t tell a soul, ain’t nothin’ I can’t handle

Turn the night up when I get to the hotel, we vibin’ heavy

Yeah, can’t be canceled, yeah, can’t be messed with

Saw Lil Wayne at the Balenciaga show, used to rock the truck

Before we take it to the next level, baby girl, tell me who you roll with?

Yeah, who you roll with? Yeah

I ain’t messin’ with these girls, I’m tryna get that bank

I’m tryna cop a client crib, yeah, with a gate

I live a fast life with no brakes

Supercharged, all-wheel drive

No, I can’t mess with these girls, they gon’ say that I like lyin’

Yeah, I’m a stand up guy, ain’t standin’ down for nobody

If you havin’ animosity, Ken Carson had your girl, prolly

My girl, yeah, so-so godly, she the only proof of God

She rock three camouflage, you thought you was smooth, huh

Thought you was at home in your close friends, you in the rulebook

You ain’t him on the internet, I know them not just rumors

No feelings, yeah, I lost my heart on a trip

Love on me, yeah, I got you flowers and expensive gifts

Had another one in a Uber, so I had to send you a Lyft

I knew her way before I knew ya, you late to the party

Give a care ‘bout these girls, I’m getting money regardless

Never bite the hand that feeds you, yeah, don’t get me started

Too much money, can’t fit it in my pants, huh

Iced out belt hold my pants up

Ain’t from Zone 6, but I got a lil’ one from the east side of Atlanta

How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom

That dude broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I left him

I do this for my fans, this for my fam’, yeah

If she don’t pick up when I call, ain’t call again, can’t spam her

Take it to the grave, won’t tell a soul, ain’t nothin’ I can’t handle

Turn the night up when I get to the hotel, we vibin’ heavy