[Chorus]
My wrist be on solar flare
Run up on me, then yeah I’ma take it there
Ain’t no regrettin’ shit, hoe I don’t care
On my cowboy shit, six shooter in the air
These niggas hate the truth, man it’s hard to bare
Bitch this ain’t a carnival, no I don’t play fair
We gone beat on that nigga like drum, I ain’t talkin’ snare
Ain’t no fucking disregards, bitch I never cared, huh, yeah

[Verse 1]
Double cup on me that shit had me got me leanin’
Fire in my lungs got my eyes Japanese-in’
Speedin’, I’ma hellcat in demon
Got my hand on my fire, run up on me I'm squeezin’
These niggas hate me for no reason
Prolly cause I’m getting money by speakin’
To be honest with you, this shit not easy
Gang gang, it’s really MMT Season
My niggas be in the cut in the alley
444, donuts in the Audi
These bitches be thinkin’ they know me but whole time, I be boolin’ in the hills in Cali
Got diamonds on my gun, sapphire on me
Mixin’ biscotti and runtz, I been smoking green
Percocets, I need like three
I keep that iron on me

[Bridge]
So much money on me I need a Black card
Shits been crazy, I turned into a Black heart

[Chorus]
My wrist be on solar flare
Run up on me, then yeah I’ma take it there
Ain’t no regrettin’ shit, hoe I don’t care
On my cowboy shit, six shooter in the air
These niggas hate the truth, man it’s hard to bare
Bitch this ain’t a carnival, no I don’t play fair
We gone beat on that nigga like drum, I ain’t talkin’ snare
Ain’t no fucking disregards, bitch I never cared, huh, yeah

[Verse 2]
24 on me, feelin’ like Kobe, off of the shit I fade
I’ma sniper, far distance I got the range
These hoes like a book, a nigga readin’ through the page
I get lucky like the ace of spades
Hide the guns in my closet like the NRA
Yeah for real, aiming to kill, 200 on my MPH
Don't fuck with these niggas like the KKK
Talk shit get hit with the buck
TGE, don’t really give 2 fucks
Brand new Gucci robe, it’s keepin’ it tucked
Brand new, I be pullin’ up in a Bentley truck
Pour up, got the Wockhardt in my cup
My choppa be, on Cardi B, get to bussin’ it’s gone send you up (okurrr)

[Bridge]
So much money on me I need a Black card
Shits been crazy, I turned into a Black heart

[Chorus]
My wrist be on solar flare
Run up on me, then yeah I’ma take it there
Ain’t no regrettin’ shit, hoe I don’t care
On my cowboy shit, six shooter in the air
These niggas hate the truth, man it’s hard to bare
Bitch this ain’t a carnival, no I don’t play fair
We gone beat on that nigga like drum, I ain’t talkin’ snare
Ain’t no fucking disregards, bitch I never cared, huh, yeah