When you're poor and said move it on up

Y'all don't remember that movin' on up when we was on the Jeffersons, you know what I'm sayin'?

The good times, keep that shit goddamn right, shawty

You understand me? Old swag, baby

Old swag, brrt

(Ayy, Solo, you goin' brazy)

Uh

Four or five deep with my ****, you know how I rock, so don't ask where I be at

It was hard, wood floors, no AC every night, that's where I had to go sleep at

In the back of the club with a heat pack, let that boy bust, swear to God he gon' eat that

Started rappin', they didn't give me feedback, but it's all good, like my dick you gon' eat that

What you rollin'? Woods, rushin'

Eat my dick, she like, "Mmm, bust it"

Everybody been hatin' on me, but in my eyes, I don't give a fuck 'bout nothin'

Pop served, now he was robbin' and runnin', so really this gang shit run through my cousin

Stuck to my blood, I ain't switch up for nothin

Move smart when I work, he get pinned up for nothin'

And that ass fat, let that shit shake

Ten for ten, all these **** gon' hate

I'm that boy and she that bitch

Stay around, you can see me get rich

Got it out the mud, straight out the bricks

Jx comin', he want all that shit

Paper chasin', we gon' ball, lil' bitch

Twenty 6, callin' all that shit

I'll take a lap through the backstreet

I cannot move like these ****, I promise that I did not grow up no athlete

On my fingers I count who done had me

Mama taught me move in the trap, B

Wanna fuck? Baby, you can just at me

There you bored and high and not happy

Wanna eat? Then go get you a plate, boy

My **** eatin', they not finna wait, boy

Lil' pretty, too hard to be Playboy

It don't matter, she still finna stay, boy

Headshots, we don't never have to play, boy

I'll beat your ass and you know where I stay, boy

Close the coat, we gon' shoot through the rain, boy

That's your bro, why he hangin' with Jx, boy?

Heart of stone and you think that it's gon' break, boy

And that ass fat, let that shit shake

Ten for ten, all these **** gon' hate

I'm that boy and she that bitch

Stay around, you can see me get rich

Got it out the mud, straight out the bricks

Jx comin', he want all that shit

Paper chasin', we gon' ball, lil' bitch

Twenty 6, callin' all that shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

Shit, like woo

Pew, pew

(Ayy, Solo, you goin' brazy)