I put this wood in the air, I'm trying to get higher than Ja Morant Fuck a amg, told Rossy I'm trying to push the cat If I see the lights I'm hitting gas I ain't going back Pressure pack, watch me roll it up while she throw it back Fritters in this wood bout a 7 I'm trying to stuff it It's poles in this coupe where the stash I'm trying to stuff them I can't really talk about them sticks cause I done bust them But I can really talk about that road cause I been done it Shawty got them cakes I'm trying to bake her like some muffins Put that coochie in the air arch that back I'm trying to stuff it Told little baby she can blow dick but bitch we not fucking Put a switch on this blower now its blowing like a trumpet Bandhuntas for the win they got us playing in the functions Miles Bridges how I slam beats and score a easy bucket Little baby got me aggravated she keep making up assumptions I stepped back from half court they got me feeling like fuck it This BH ain't bounty hunters but its longlive luckett Like pipe it down just a couple notches cause baby we ain't fussing How the fuck you shooting and we ain't never seen you tussle Thats dummy shit Niggas straight hams and I can't fuck wit them Just take a sip Sike this purple juice I just poed a fifth Thoroughbred soldier it's no discussion when im upping it All I want in life is money, and Lauren London bitch I promise when them bullets hit the car me and Dre ain't even flinch I hit the gas, he popped stash and now we trying to up our blicks Heaven sent I'm on a mission swear I'm really gods kid Youngest from the trenches I had dreams of being big If we talking alley oops I really threw a lot of them Niggas wave hopping, they couldn't ride it then went to politic These seven sixty-twos knocking houses, its ding dong ditch I said your bitch nickname Lilo, cause baby keep it stitch And fuck a handout, ain't you see how rico did mitch? And Im a ball like Lou Williams even if I play the bench I'm trying to make my mama proud Remember Fallas clothes and Marshall's drip Now it's rolling loud I can really make that money flip I just need a pound I'm bagging eighths up out the zip I popped that boy and left town And now I'm popping out in Ksubi jeans, McQueens for my feet A fitted hat from your hood and I got bands on me And you ain't getting shit free This morton in my cup I poured up and dozed to sleep Drop the top and bump this shit all through this nice summer breeze

Yeaah Yeaah Yeaah Came from the bottom and we ain't goin' back back Meant for greatness we ain't gotta lack lack Write the vision we attack We about that mission we ain't goin' back Watch me get money get money mo Watch her get money mo Drop that ass that money hit the flo Watch her dance like a pro We were hustlin' at the corner store Ain't no second place the crown is what we goin' fo Fly Hi yeaah Watch her get money mo Watch her dance like a pro Ain't never been broke Whether 9 to 5 or on the pole she about her business about her doe been about her goals I made a promise to get it I will not stop til I get it Fuck who ain't wit it I'm on a mission to get it Second place not acceptable finish to the top and we winning I am not listening to you I'm owning shit like a Jew Do me you do you Money come after hard work and I counted til my fingers blue I'm feeding my crew African merican king watch me I'm doin my thing Let freedom ring we goin' hard in this thing Won't stop til the last bell ring Fat lady sing Well that fat lady singing Bragging cause my nuts is hanging What is you saying Black man on top of the throne Everything in here we own I don't need your loan Fly Hi can never be cloned Swag and persona I own its all my own My girl is dark on the outside her heart is as bright as the sun I call her two toned Came from the bottom and we ain't goin' back back Meant for greatness we ain't gotta lack lack Write the vision we attack We about that mission we ain't goin' back Watch me get money get money mo Watch her get money mo Drop that ass that money hit the flo Watch her dance like a pro We were hustlin' at the corner store Ain't no second place the crown is what we goin' fo A-A-A average what's average We was put here to get hella rich Me and my crew we mavericks Gladiator gang we savages A lot of hard nights thought we couldn't take it Picked up my head said we gotta make it That unbelief said we gotta shake it Can't flake it gotta gladiate it Now ain't no stoppin' me and ain't no boxing me Ain't no floppin' me a lot of Pac in me Now that's a travesty to see you envy me I see what God he see he see the great in me He see the great in you so why you hatin' dude If you support a dude that dude uplift you Ya'll on some sucker shit I'm on some hustle shit We gon muscle shit until we all get rich yeaah Came from the bottom and we ain't goin' back back Meant for greatness we ain't gotta lack lack Write the vision we attack We about that mission we ain't goin' back Watch me get money get money mo Watch her get money mo Drop that ass that money hit the flo Watch her dance like a pro We were hustlin' at the corner store Ain't no second place the crown is what we goin' fo

In a foreign land There were creatures at play Running hand in hand Leading nowhere to stay Driven to the mountains high They were sunken in the cities deep Livin' in my sleep I feel like goin' back Back where there's nowhere to stay When fire fills the sky I'll still remember that day These rocks I'm climbin' down Have already left the ground Careening through space I used to build these buildings I used to walk next to you Their shadows tore us apart And now we do what we do Driven to the mountains high Sunken in the cities deep Livin' in our sleep I feel like goin' back Back where there's nowhere to stay I feel like goin' back Back where there's nowhere to stay I feel like goin' back Back where there's nowhere to stay I feel like goin' back Back where there's nowhere to stay

(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

(Four packets) Maybach parked outside Take up two parking spots Barely old enough to drive I been gettin' way too high Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large Everybody livin' large Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large Everybody livin' large Started from the bottom, now the condo so big I don't see nobody Pink toes, long hair, runnin' 'round the lobby Livin' large every day like I hit the lottery, livin' large Five star restaurants Watchin' Floyd fight, we in the front Hawks game, we on the floor Niggas' bitches dirty bird me, Julio Take my dogs all around the globe Shooters with me, they go everywhere I go Stickin' to the code, ain't gon' never fold I'ma stand up like a man, that's what I was told Hoppin' off a plane fresh as fuck, screamin', "Free Steve" We done had a damn good year, you wouldn't believe I done counted a whole million cash with my bare hands Dashboard say two twenty-five, I'm 'bout to do it Percocet and molly on my ass, I'm 'bout to lose it We been countin' cash for three hours, gettin' to it I don't care if they never found the body, I don't watch the news So much money on the floor like we just left a move Shoot-outs in broad day with the cops Nigga it ain't safe on my block (it ain't safe on my block) Nigga came a long way from rocks I can not go home without the guap We got Glocks tucked in the stash spot We don't stop at stop signs, I'ma keep going Man they killed my dawg over nothing, we was too cool Remember gettin' that J to check us in when we was in high school Hellcat goin' real fast Hopin' I don't crash, I'm just tryna stay focused

Ah-ah-ah, hey Run that back, Turbo You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question I got a bitch like Keisha off of Belly Police got dogs and they can't even smell me Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly 20s on me, I call 'em green relish Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly PH in the sky, we got 'em already PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it Creepin' at night, the VLONE bandit I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed Worked all my life and now I understand it Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it I got the sweetest sauce like jelly Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli I held him down, that nigga was my celly Fuck you fuck niggas, never made me heartless Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at Target They cut out the coupe before we hit the market We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the party I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti Police's cases, all that we avoidin' The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy I shown all my love, I've never been a bully Got every color VLONE hoody Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie I got this sauce, cream and puddin' I came with the drip, got everybody lookin' Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken Send a front in, it's easy to get a book in You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion I still rock the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (skrrt) These camouflage denim like I just went campin' They still can't believe that I made it, they happy I been gettin' money before I was rappin' I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors No pleadin', arraignment, ain't takin' no charges My young nigga's solid, I know that he got me He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're tourin' How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan Packin' out shows, love my fans, they important And I'm still in the trap, in the hood like a motor Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor I just started rappin', I made me some millions Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50 I leveled it up, I've been handlin' business Gettin' 20 a night, every day, different city I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee) I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, Supreme (yeah, yeah) You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (uh)