(Ayy, 6ix)

It's Young Jef'

The motherfuckin' best

Yeah

Young Jefe, holmes

Say she want a thug, she want a hood ****, yeah

But she took a loss, it wasn't, just a good ****, yeah

I be with Big B like I'm fuckin' Jigga, yeah

I don't trust nan' one of these ****, yeah

That bitch gon' fuck with me 'cause I get massive figures, yeah

Way out by the sea, hop on a wave, ****, yeah

Don't fuck with Glizzy, he be with gravediggers, yeah

Let **** think it's sweet and we gon' spray at ****, yeah

My **** dead 'cause he went Fed, he tried to say that he didn't

Stop tellin' me what my youngins did 'cause, bitch, this GG business

Kick 'em out my circle, they some squares, I'm playin' 'em at a distance

You ain't got a hundred thou', spent it on my ears, bitch, I don't do no listenin', yeah

Let me let you know, boy, that you's a real coward, yeah

Yeah, you's a broke boy, I be with real choppers, yeah

I'm from that Yo, boy, where we get real active (Yo-Yo)

These **** say they active, but they real actors, yeah

I'm slidin' around this bitch like I play hockey, yeah

Whoops, I popped a Tesla, found my car key, yeah

**** was just on WIC, now we wake up palm trees, yeah

The baddest bitch out the clique, you know that's all me, yeah

Say she want a thug, she want a hood ****, yeah

But she took a loss, it wasn't, just a good ****, yeah

I be with Big B like I'm fuckin' Jigga, yeah

I don't trust nan' one of these ****, yeah

That bitch gon' fuck with me 'cause I get massive figures, yeah

Way out by the sea, hop on a wave, ****, yeah

Don't fuck with Glizzy, he be with gravediggers, yeah

Let **** think it's sweet and we gon' spray at ****, yeah

Lately, I been buyin' properties

And I'm plannin' to buy the whole board, look like Monopoly

Took her to the beach, she bust it open, she was a tropic freak

Always got a speech, she graduated for philosophy, yeah

I keep a Glock in my pants, you know these **** tellin', yeah

I got them bands on me, you know I'm really active, yeah

Got up off that bitch, don't wear shit but Birkins and Kellys, yeah

Had a Band-Aid on my face, she said I look like Nelly, yeah

Had your bitch, she gave me head while we was watchin' Belly, yeah

Even on my deathbed, it's still fuck 9-11, yeah

These **** done went sour, I got big and better, yeah

Come on, give me my flowers, I hope they last forever