Okay My favorite cousin's back in town, we goin' out We don't know where we're goin', we goin' out And we took care of grandma, we held it down (we held it down) And we took care of mama, we held it down My favorite cousin's back in town, we goin' out We don't know where we're goin', we goin' out (we goin' out) And we took care of grandma, we held it down (we held it down) And we took care of mama, we held it down (we held it down) Bitch, don't play with my family, I kill for my family Your ugly ass family Your great-great grandmammy should of used Plan B We petty, we ghetto You touch her, you dead hoe And that's on my grandaddy's grave I got my grandaddy's name Set it off Big Daddy Kane Tell all my cousins is bustin' and shakin' to come out the crib Christmas is coming and I got a gift I got some money, I might buy a zip Back at the house where we used to play tips We was carpoolin' before they made Lyft Say no more cops before they can say dibs Hot flamin's, bitch do not playing with my chips I'm ready to die for my blood (yeah) You could get turned to a blunt (yeah) Keep acting crazy, you want Bitch I do all of my stunts I'm ready to die for my blood Ready to die for the love We do this type shit for fun Nigga what's up? My favorite cousin's back in town, we goin' out We don't know where we're goin', we goin' out (we goin' out) And we took care of grandma, we held it down (we held it down) And we took care of mama, we held it down (we held it down) My favorite cousin's back in town, we goin' out We don't know where we're goin', we goin' out (we goin' out) And we took care of grandma, we held it down (we held it down) And we took care of mama, we held it down (we held it down) Mama, I got that bill paid Mama, I got that real estate Get a house built like Bill Gates Buy it back from the bank, more bang for your buck Big 079 where I still stay Slaughtered this shit for a gyro Crash Bandicoot and some Spyro Pull all that shit in my bio Food stamps, we gotta link Real blood, got the ink Fuck what's comin' out the sink I made a million like Tink I'm jumpin' in, I won't think I'm jumpin' in, I won't sink These niggas flippin' like Pink, they softer than mink I'm ready to die for my blood (die for my blood) You could get turned to a blunt (could get turned to a blunt) Keep acting crazy, you want Bitch I do all of my stunts I'm ready to ride for my blood (ride for my blood) Ready to die for the love (ready to die for the love) We do this type shit for fun, nigga, what's up? My favorite cousin's back in town, we goin' out (we goin' out) We don't know where we're goin', we goin' out (we goin' out) And we took care of grandma, we held it down (we held it down) And we took care of mama, we held it down (we held it down) My favorite cousin's back in town, we goin' out (we goin' out) We don't know where we're goin', we goin' out (we goin' out) And we took care of grandma, we held it down (we held it down) And we took care of mama, we held it down (we held it down)

(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)

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)