Uh-huh, yeah

Block on the track

Burr

Uh-huh, yeah

Uh-huh

The time zone's going a little crazy

Riding with my ****, smoking hella dope

Broski got the .40, know we finna blow

Bitches on my dick, know they see the gold

**** wanna rob me, but I cannot go

Go, cannot go

That bitch, she tryna fuck me, but I cannot go

Go, cannot go

**** tryna get it, but I cannot go

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, shit, fuck **** done fucked up

Done fucked around and let Fresco get with Blockbuck

Get shot, what? Pussy ****, you don't want no problems

Ain't gotta touch, a **** got dollars

Them rastas tie you up, mail a motherfucking ransom note to your mama

Them killers that'll drill ya, put a toe tag on your children

**** run up in your building, snatch hundreds from your ceiling

Got a feeling that a real **** like me one day gon' see millions

Savemoney, super villains, fuck a deal, ****, we stay dealing, uh

See, I know you **** hate me 'cause I stay finessing

Louis belt, Gucci watch with the Fendi steppers

I bought a crib and my jewelry box on my dresser

And you don't wanna pull it, know my **** stay with weapons

Riding with my ****, smoking hella dope

Broski got the .40, know we finna blow

Bitches on my dick, know they see the gold

**** wanna rob me, but I cannot go

Go, cannot go

That bitch, she tryna fuck me, but I cannot go

Go, cannot go

**** tryna get it, but I cannot go

Said we hate being sober, stay rolling the doja

Got bitches that be off the sosa, be cool 'til it's over

Bro, one of your soldiers is already smoked in a coma

Your shorty, she on us, that jack got her just a bit bolder

Got purp and lime for my Corona, first she bone-moi, then I hold her

Pull up to bitches like, "Ho, hi," they like, "Oh, my, Ferragamo"

Hella juice, shit O.J. should co-sign

Got these labels like, "Shorty a gold mine"

She an Oscar, giving me gold mind

Got these dreads all over my low eyes

Now these bitches be saying I'm so fine

I'm like, "Ho, bye, you a old side," uh

I know you **** hate me 'cause I stay finessing

Weak Timbs, half-braided with the Fendi sweater

Your whole check in my blunt, got me feeling better

And you don't really wanna pull it 'cause we stay with weapons, uh

Riding with my ****, smoking hella dope

Broski got the .40, know we finna blow

Bitches on my dick, know they see the gold

**** wanna rob me, but I cannot go

Go, cannot go

That bitch, she tryna fuck me, but I cannot go

Go, cannot go

**** tryna get it, but I cannot go