Yea Yea Yea

Finally got some to say

If you love me then why don't you stay

I'm taking her back to the bay

I run with the bulls olay

Been stressing bout what's on my plate

So hungry ain't ate in days

Old habits ain't a damn thing changed

And ain't that strange

Old habits die hard in the paint

And I get to the paint like Ayton

Shoot like Walter Clayton

And I'd die for my brothers

I love all my brothers like Eli & Peyton

I'm just focused on stacking my cake

Fuck all the stories they paint

Are u feeling my pain

If u don't get it you don't have no brain

A little insane

She ask what I'm saying

You'll find some grace

This life too fast I know it's feeling like a race

Hold up what what

I pullover dropping the top and I'm sending them shots till the mofucker drop and it ain't ever stop

It ain't ever stop

We going right to the top

If you try to stop us lil boy you know that we going up

Fuck all that sneak dissing you suck

JPG and Ceres face of deadly cause we tuff

Ayy

Feel like I just went Peyton

I'm bouta go sling that shit

I really just went bronco

I'm bouta go chip my dip

I'm wit my brotha he taught me bout chuckin that shit like this

They want my thoughts on the game because of the trophy that's it

I'm slinging that shit it's so lit

I think I been breakin my wrist

Can't talk to us we shot callers

I'm a real dawg need shock collar

Came in the game I devour

I'm holding it down with my power

I lemon my life it get sour

Can't hide from this shit you a coward

I snap yo shit like Bauer

Like the end of the show you bow to us

Fye gon spit like bowser

Money been built like towers

Money flowed up green flowers

Make a new track and get prouder

JPG make it louder

Feel like I win every hour

Eli & Peyton we crowned up

Fuck