I'm too far gone

Yeah

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5, yeah

I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (On gang, yeah)

Had to spread my wings, teach 'em all how to fly, yeah

You **** square, divide 'em by pi

Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by

Your lil' homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gon' die

Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie, woo

When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe, woo

I been number one, bitch, don't need no trophy

Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I'll be balling like Kobe

Riding down the 101 not no Zoey

I stay stacking with my twin for the win, Zach and Cody

You **** be hating, Mr. Moseby (Mr. Moseby ass ****)

Stacking it up, on lowkey

Stay stacking up, racking up, triple OG

Stressed, stay blessed, stay away from the phonies

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5, yeah

I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (On gang, yeah)

Had to spread my wings, teach 'em all how to fly, yeah

You **** square, divide 'em by pi

Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by

Your lil' homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gon' die

Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie, woo

When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe, woo

(Go, yeah)

Light that shit up (Go!)

Walk in the spot, I'ma pipe that shit up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Them **** hating my swag, them **** so bitter (Yeah)

I thought I told them lil' **** I'm hard hitta (Taking that shit to the heart)

Yeah, I thought I told you lil' **** I'm gon' get up (Tell them lil' **** I'm god)

Pressure don't matter, like how could you fold, ****? (How could you bitch? Oh my god)

How could you let that hate sit in your soul, ****? (How could it sit in your soul?)

Yeah, shawty a demon, a real soul switcher (Oh my god, how did you know? Whoa)

Y'all **** stepping on toes (Go)

Handle that shit like you grown

Doing this shit on my 'lone

Aye, I got that bag on my own (Whoa)

Fuck it, I'm in the zone

Gon' say **** I'm God

Hop in that Ghost, I'm ghost, I'm gone

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5, yeah

I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (On gang, yeah)

Had to spread my wings, teach 'em all how to fly, yeah

You **** square, divide 'em by pi

Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by

Your lil' homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gon' die

Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie, woo

When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe, woo