Yeah

(Yeah)

Came home from the feds and turned into something

Sneaking my runner through Reagan, gettin' them bags, I hope they don't go through my luggage

First 48—

Ayy, Tall Wall

Ayy, Tall

Go, go, let's go

(Yeah)

Came home from the feds and turned into something

Sneaking my runner through Reagan, gettin' them bags, I hope they don't go through my luggage

First 48, I cleaned me a ten piece, ****, that shit, it wasn't 'bout nothing

Twenty in chains, ****, when you run up them hundreds, you know that you getting some money

I ran up some hundreds, I'm still wearing Forces (Yeah)

I put on Amiris with some lil'-ass Jordans

I'm up in my primes, I'm feeling like Jordan

The feds get behind me, they know that I'm going

I'm feeling like Gordon, my feet on my car (Yeah)

I be working the Drac' like this bitch a guitar

Hitting that FN, bitch hit hard

If it's an MBox 30 or an FN Five-seveN, ****, it send you to God

Send you to God, it send you above

Have your men, they circling up

Your mother crying, got sent with the doves

Yeah, I'm screaming, "Long live Whites and long live Reek and long live Buggs"

Last **** speaking on Whites, had his mother giving out motherfucking hugs (Ayy, Whiteboy)

Run up my first forty, shit ain't 'bout nothin', I had to stand on the block and I banged (Let's go, yeah)

****, I'm riding with Ark, he going to Raegan, we get over LAX and he catchin' his Cane's

Catching them pounds and catching them planes (Yeah)

Catching them bags, I'm handing 'em off

Catching that candy, this shit getting off

My opps be wishing that they Tall Wall

Wish I would fall (Yeah)

Shovelin' shit and I'm getting that cash

Shovelin' shit and I'm getting them racks

Them **** ain't spinnin', tell them, "Get back"

Man, this shit is mandatory that Tall gotta walk with a knot (Yeah)

Man, I might just sneak some dogfood with a lil' fent', I'm up in the spot

Selling these bags, this shit gotta get off (Yeah)

The feds hit the spot and we flushing the toilet

In the Q60s, I'm a motherfucking dog

I ain't jacking no whip, no motherfuckin' soft

I ain't doing no bragging, you know I'm a reaper (Yeah)

Don't beef with Tall, just ask for a feature

Feel like alias smoke, ****, I fuck on your bitch and know I'ma leave her

(Yeah)

Came home from the feds and turned into something

Sneaking my runner through Reagan, gettin' them bags, I hope they don't go through my luggage

First 48, I cleaned me a ten piece, ****, that shit, it wasn't 'bout nothing

Twenty in chains, ****, when you run up them hundreds, you know that you getting some money (Yeah)

Uh, ain't nothing

Fucking them bitches ain't nothing

Get off that Don and I motherfucking crush 'em (Yeah)