Fresh like the first day of school on the weekend

I put this shit on today for no reason

Got somethin' to smile 'bout, I fixed up my teeth

Straight from the lot, call up Herm, get it geeked up

Thousand horse power, my car gotta keep up

Act like I'm slow all the time, but I peep stuff

What kind of guy let a bitch keep the beef up?

I let 'em live for a while, now the lease up

Nail and a hammer, I done built it from the ground up

Brodie say he workin', but the bricks done went down some

They handle the business, I do not go around them

You can get a hunnid if you want 'em, we got pounds spots

I'm the one that's really havin' motion, what they talmbout?

Cars, I done did that, chains, I don't need no mo'

So many clothes, startin' to feel like a hobo

Every milestone, tryna buy me a new home

Potholes keep on fuckin' up the Forgis, take the rims off

The way she twist and suck it, like she tryna take the skin off

Bro 'nem in the striker, but it's good, we swapped the VINs out

Don't bark up this tree, I make a choppa knock his limbs off

Thousand dollars after every road, that's what they hittin' for

All I do is fuck her, I done turned her to a nympho

FNs, Black Outs, Gen 5s, Gen 4s

Trippin' for the family, I don't play about my kin folks

I took the guys to LA for a business meetin'

God watch my friends, I can handle my enemies

Fuck I look like havin' smoke with my mini-me's?

**** gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me?

Y'all real kids, been small time ballin', now it's real big

I was standin' in the bleachers on some cheerin' shit

Never been a hater, I don't care enough

This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us

Fresh off the jet, I end up in the projects

See some I like, no police, so I'ma cop it

Don't follow my page, I post racks every day for these **** and bitches that's countin' my pockets (Woo)

Hurdle this bitch in Huaraches

Lambo', Ferrari, Bentleys, I got options

I took the private jet out to Nevada

4PF Ced, they got smoked like a Rasta

Trenches with me, somethin' seem suspicious, somethin' seemin' fishy

I'm Four Pockets Full and look like biscuits

Overprice us and we uppin', uppin'

Foh-foh-foh-foh, that sound, sound delicious

You can't use the dishes, in the kitchen cookin', woop, woop, litty

Can't abort the mission, bitch, I got additions

I don't do photo pictures, keep it low and with me

I took the guys to LA for a business meetin'

God watch my friends, I can handle my enemies

Fuck I look like havin' smoke with my mini-me's?

**** gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me?

Y'all real kids, been small time ballin', now it's real big

I was standin' in the bleachers on some cheerin' shit

Never been a hater, I don't care enough

This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us