Yeah, yeah, these **** doin' the most Ooh, yeah, these **** doin' the most

Wouldn't say half of the shit that they post Tryin' to be patient, but I'm diagnosed

This shit a lay up, if I go coast to coast We gettin' bread, I'm makin' a toast

**** be hating, say they makin' a joke Feel like LeBron really chasin' that ghost

Ghost, Luigi's mansion Mario Bros., I ain't smokin' no carts

Shit finna have me on Rainbow Road Off of the art, bitch, we makin' our mark

Hearin' our shit, they like, they so cold My bitch is a queen, CJ so cool

Stop actin' like 12, you don't make no rules You go where I'm from they'll, take your shoes

Yeah, we gettin' that bank in my pockets, they move

Now you gotta let me know We don't pretend, FN, ain't for show

Runnin' up bands, I ran, then I blow This shit, it don't jam, Glock 10, Leave you toast

Said she lovin' on me, alright

Now you gotta let me know We don't pretend, FN, ain't for show

Runnin' up bands, I ran, then I blow This shit, it don't jam, Glock 10, Leave you toast

Said she lovin' on me, already, I don't need to boast

Smokin' gas like Indica Always chillin' in the cut

And all my **** cut you up Slime shit, we give no fucks

Got my bitches bad as fuck, uh Rack em' up, hella stacks, stacked em' up

Yeah, fast as fuck They wanna know how I got that bag

I tell em', I don't know That lil' bitch, she shakin' ass

Drop that shit straight to the floor Blow some chips on Baghdad

Then I split like Adios Bad lil' stripper hoe, I love the way she grabbin' on my pole

Now you gotta let me know We don't pretend, FN, ain't for show

Runnin' up bands, I ran, then I blow This shit, it don't jam, Glock 10, Leave you toast

Said she lovin' on me, already, I don't need to boast

On the mic and on the stage, they love it when we hit the road

**** know that we ain't starvin', they know that we eat the moss

I ain't chillin' in no coffin, busy ridin' in that ghost

We got way too many jams, burn your speakers like it's Toast