Hello, bad lil’ vibe from the block,
Cartier lens when I look at the opps,
Pop Smoke the ghost in the back of the drop,
Boogie got the .45 singin’ like pop.
Chrome-heart jeans when I step in the spot,
Benz so big, got the hood in the back,
If he talk loose, put a hole in his cap,
Say hello to my demons, then never look back.