[Lyric] Receipt (punii+)

[Chorus]
Coppin’ the Benz, I brought my receipt
Hollow tips going through yo teeth
Finally rich, got you callin’ me Keef
Wok in my cup, spillin’ on my feet
Don’t need an ID, they already know me
Tellin’ my girl that my side a homie
Got the traphouse bein’ watched by police
Textin’ you back while I’m fuckin’ yo niece
Off of the henny, got bitches a plenty
Carryin bags, inside is some Fenti
They want me, tell bitches to rent me
Rather hang with Jada respectfully
Damn, you bitches got no plan
I just be fucking with pan
Bitches be my damn fans
She just be using no hands

[Verse]
Damn, damn, I don’t need no fucking mutuals, aye
Recording this be like a ritual, aye
Met a girl, she into spiritual shit, aye, aye, yuh
Find me just sippin’ on particles
Rappin’ young like I’m Lil Barnacle
I’mma be topics of articles
I don’t need no fuckin advice
I jus be chillin’ eating my rice
I jus be chillin’ watchin hood fights
I jus be tellin’ people my size
Damn, I be debatin’ like Bryjk
Can’t hear shit, like what you say
Speakers so loud like damn okay
Okay, okay, okay
[Chorus]
Coppin’ the Benz, I brought my receipt
Hollow tips going through yo teeth
Finally rich, got you callin’ me Keef
Wok in my cup, spillin’ on my feet
Don’t need an ID, they already know me
Tellin’ my girl that my side a homie
Got the traphouse bein’ watched by police
Textin’ you back while I’m fuckin’ yo niece
Off of the henny, got bitches a plenty
Carryin bags, inside is some Fenti
They want me, tell bitches to rent me
Rather hang with Jada respectfully
Damn, you bitches got no plan
I jus be fucking with pan
Bitches be my damn fans
She just be using no hands