He Prada drip but he looking like a lick to us

He talking bout the shits, he really ain't got shit on us

Its coming from the heart, lil homie tough, ain't got no guts

Lil homie tryna fuss but mama raised him not to cuss

You think they real but they fake, yeah

All they really trying to eat, like birds they feeding from the cake, yeah

Stacking bricks after bricks, yeah-eh

We hitting licks after licks yeah-eh

He Prada drip but he looking like a lick to us

He talking shit after shit, get a hit on us

Its coming from the heart, lil homie looking tough, ain't got no guts

His homies tryna fuss, they momma raised and taught them no to cuss

You think they real but they fake, yeah

All they really tryna get it, so we fighting for the cake

Its a mission since we started, ain't gon let it fly away

Optimistic imma be, till all my brothers proud of me

Check, lean in my Faygo

Do my dance, do my stance, I'm a weirdo

Imma stunna, jugging chasing cheese, where your fate tho?

How I'm living? made it out without a label

Lets go follow me and lets go

Pussy boy be trying turn your back and stare away

Pussy boy be tryna to take a spot upon the race

Steak up on the tray, eat em alive, I'm on the way

Baby

Droptop down now, baby

Pussy wet, fuck her cuz she ready

Visit over night she wide awake

She gon ride and die why?

Cuz that dick she wanna take

Im floating on the wave

Thinking bout the future, bout my money, bout my grave

When I cop the Lambo truck, ill know I made it out of here

Life been so hard but now I'm figuring the riddle

Speed hit the peddle, with the gang catch you slipping with the metal, ah

VVS rock and pebble

Go back home, It ain't here you wanna settle ah

Bow bow bow

I can't let go

Bow bow bow

Where they faith go?

Im in town with the gang, where your ass tho?

Do the maths, making cash Galileo

He Prada drip but he looking like a lick to us

He talking bout the shits, he really ain't got shit on us

Its coming from the heart, lil homie tough, ain't got no guts

Lil homie tryna fuss but mama raised him not to cuss

You think they real but they fake, yeah

All they really trying to eat, like birds they feeding from the cake, yeah

Stacking bricks after bricks, yeah-eh

We hitting licks after licks yeah-eh

He Prada drip but he looking like a lick to us

He talking shit after shit, get a hit on us

Its coming from the heart, lil homie looking tough, ain't got no guts

His homies tryna fuss, they momma raised and taught them no to cuss

You think they real but they fake, yeah

All they really tryna get it, so we fighting for the cake

Its a mission since we started, ain't gon let it fly away

Optimistic imma be, till all my brother proud of me