Roll up a tray 5 inside of my wood, Posted up all on a lil' **** block

We got these sticks, so they know that we good, Fuck all dat, we ain't doin' no talkin'

Bumped down with fye ****, let's get to it, Yeah, long live check babii

But they speak your name, they know I'ma do it, Do they job, they gotta catch me

Floatin this scatpack, on the interstate, To be honest I don't want your love

Just tryna crack from the back like a vape, Get OD'd, high off drugs

I throw on the ski, I ain catching no case, My cousin had died and it fucked me up

His funeral was today, I remember dem days we was broke

But not no mo, bro, we paid, We gon' do some shit

We gon' whoop his ass, treat the lil' ass boy like a slave, Step on shi like, designer kicks

I switch it up, and step in some J's, I know some **** who never had a job a day in they life

they, servin' some J's, I got so much weight on my shoulder

But it's okay, I save they day, Lately, I been out my mind

Been, tryna come through shit with a drac, Yeen' my bitch, no you not bae

Hoe you a bop, get the fuck out my face, Watch how they move, these **** be snakes

And I already know they want my plate, Yeah, they pay, don't stop dat car

At the red light do a **** ass like Biggie, 19x this bitch shoot butter

Oil it up, I ain't talkin' bout no Diddy, Let one of these rap ****, put my name in that song

In they bushes, I'ma be itchin', Let one if these **** reach my chain

And I put it on Check, ****, ass gon be twitchin', Bitch, ass ****, I got good aim

I shoot like Curry, you know I ain't missin', Really gon' hop in the car, put a **** in a gar

**** ain't doin' no dissin', Know how rob, but don't gotta ride

He don't give a fucke, he still goin fishin, Big, one way, till the day I die

I told these ****, don't go against it, Don't fuck wit my gang, put a **** on a pamper

Now a **** , walkin round lookin' real shitty, Take that button, make a fuck, ****, dance

Now a **** ass out here doin' the shimmy, Put me in the playoff, I'm Justin Jefferson

Score a touchdown and do the griddy, Headtap gang heard a ****, got face shot

Lil' bro hit one in the fitted, Ain't no rules, in the street

This shit get real, ****, come thru smackin ya son

**** be claimin' that they be gangsta, But I know em' personally, they ain't did nothin'

I know a young **** really be standin' on business, Let me call li dude with the button

And if its smoke we putting ya under we shooting at ya folks we ain sparing nun