Yo, yo, one-two, one-two

One-two, one-two

We in this bitch again, baby

Indiana Tone and the Temple of Starks, let's go (Yeah, yo)

Cazals on, surfin' through Art Basel's

Bangles on both arms, I make time travel

In gold dimensions, my soul's suspended

You cop ARs, fifths, nines at the pole convention, biatch (Woo)

Fake **** gettin' rolled in the triage

Stuffed like forty bricks in the doors of a Fiat (Ooh)

Bullet holes still leavin' them dents in the kiosk

Bustin' out the window, hit three of his mamma mias (Baow, baow, baow)

Lookin' out my window, lookin' at the rain (Come on, let's go)

Nothin' left but sorrow, nothin' left but pain (Come on)

Why'd you go and leave me sad, alone, and blue? (Watch out)

Lookin' out my window, woman, tryna find you (You better duck, ****)

Why did you leave me? (Why?)

Why did you grieve me? (Yo)

Supreme Clientele, let's go (Yeah, yo)

So like the B-I-G to D-A-double-D-Y-K-A-N-E

The T-O-N-E-Y, Starks need an Emmy

Full clip, weight fall off like Jenny

Good times, got it all on my jacket just like Lenny (Woo)

I bomb a nation, razor raps, incarceration

You can get popped on in population

Ak slid him the ox with like four in the box

You see blood on the floor, just continue to mop

Or get lumped on with bars of Irish Spring in a sock (Uh)

Boiled blades in alcohol, it burn when it chop (Damn)

COs guard the wardens, release date, no pardons

The Akees growin' them beards like James Harden

My crew be mobbin', I'm steady dartin'

Couple pen joints'll get you a Newport carton (Oh, shit)

The voice of Marcus, Malcolm, plus Martin

See me and my team at the door, you let Starks in

I'd like to tell you about the little girl (Told y'all)

That left us all alone and blue (Uh-huh)

Trouble is, if I paint the picture too well

That's how we goin' innocent, buddy

You might fall in love with her too (Lock in)

Oh, she was about five-six, a little bag of tricks

My mama told me to watch myself, but I didn't listen

'Cause for you, I'd stretch out my arms, baby