(Go, go, go, go, go)

Shuttin' shit down like the pandemic (what?)

Travis Barker with a drum, join the band, **** (damn, damn)

Speakin' on the real when you broke, I can't stand **** (shh)

I'm really outside in the land, **** (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Motherfuck what they say on my son, they can't stop me (they can't what?)

They know my dawgs down to catch a body (go)

Floating like a boat (go), pocket full of dope (what?)

Four up in the Sprite (what you say?)

Shit look like Coke (huh? Huh?)

Big dawg, no pet, now let me step (let me step)

You don't really do no talkin' when you the best

But in my mind, I could find a place to rest

Until I got that doggy bone tatted on my chest

I'm like, 'Boy, fuck the rest,' and the pay hit less

Off a thirty like Steph, been here, never left

I inspire everything, B Team, free Jeff

White bitch off the 'Ye, in the 'Ye, no Wess (go, go)

You dig? And I don't know nothin' else but to do it big (do it what?)

I need some more money, I just had another kid (another what?)

No other **** where I'm from gon' do what I did (and go)

I put the bitty on my back, tatted on my ribs (go, go, go)

Hold on (hold on)

Yeah, yeah, it's that time for sure

Yeah, it's that time for sure

Yeah, it's that time to go

Yeah, it's that time to go

Yeah, bitch, I gotta go

Yeah, bitch, I gotta go (what you say?)

Bombin' up, bombin' up, bombin' up, bombin' up

Bombin' up, bombin' up, bombin' up, bombin' up

Bombin' up, bombin' up, bombin' up, bombin' up

Bombin' up, bombin' up, bombin' up

It's Mr. Thug Life, bitch, Mr. Cutchen on my rifle (uh-oh)

Yeah, free the squeeze team and free all of my life-pims

Fuck all this rhyme shit, y'all fools ready to die for it

I'm really from the gang, man, I'm really ready to ride for it

Jump out sick even when I'm worth a million dollars

Brazilian butlers, bitches, and Benihinas

I think you beautiful from head to toe

You make me wanna stay with you and cuddle with my fuckin' chrome

I'm Gucci, the Gucci, damn, I'm hella Gucci gang

And Steffi Gunn playin' Rucci in this fuckin' thang

My chain hang, we gang bang, I'm D-Train

They call me fuckin', let these guns play, goin' insane

Hold up, yeah, yeah, it's that time for sure

Yeah, it's that time for sure

Yeah, it's that time to go

Yeah, it's that time to go

Yeah, bitch, I gotta go

Yeah, bitch, I gotta go (what you say?)

Bombin' up, bombin' up, bombin' up, bombin' up

Bombin' up, bombin' up, bombin' up, bombin' up

Bombin' up, bombin' up, bombin' up

Bombin' up, bombin' up, bombin' up, bombin' up

Bombin' up

Damn, James