Yes

Maybe I'll buy a new grill yes

Maybe I'll buy some new chills yes

Maybe I'll ride around the city

With a brand new lambo I bought with my check, yes

Maybe I'll buy some new grills yes

Maybe I'll buy some new chills yes

Maybe I'll ride around the city

With a brand new lambo I bought with my check, yes

Imma steal yo chick, steal yo clique

We gone do nothing else but party 'till the week ends

I know I'm the shit

To cool, full cruise in my brand new whip

I got a blizzard on my wrist, son

Not to mention

The heat is causing to much condensation

I'll give you fourth degree burns

And It'll be the main topic of conversation

I got you mumbling, stuttering, stumbling

It's beyond my comprehension

There ain't no snakes up my ally

Just mowed them down

Then I hop up in the caddy

So don't bother tryna find me

I'm a different breed like a new strain of weed

You showed your true colors now I know how ya'll be

I hop on a beat

Finish the song in about a week

Then I go back to the city

To see who I can meet

Reminiscing 'bout my past days

Talking 'bout the days we would beg for cash days

Take the whole team with me that's loyalty

When I go back to the city I'm like royalty

I stay in my bag, foot on the gas

You wanna go faster, you ain't even gotta ask

Maybe I'll buy a new grill, yes

Maybe I'll buy some new chills, yes

Maybe I'll ride around the city

With a brand new lambo I bought with my check, yes

Maybe I'll buy a new grill, yes

Maybe I'll buy some new chills, yes

Maybe I'll ride around the city

With a brand new lambo I bought with my check, yes

Cop a new pair of retro og's, check

Cop a new cuban link around my neck

Got some people tryna kill my vibe

I defeat 'em, I just beat 'em, lets see who's next

Got some old foes tryna test me

But I'm way to high up I cannot let 'em best me

Gotta pave the way for the next me

When I get old imma still stay flexing

I'm a whole poet and I know that you know it

Just because you rap like youngboy don't mean you gotta show it

**** think hard but they soft

I'm finna leave 'em dead in the lot

One buck shot, two words you will rot

Two times for a brother who are who they who

Not pretending who they not

I'm sick of people who be flowing soft

I'm going off

Finna lyrically assassinate you like Black Widow a.k.a. Romanoff

Repeating like deja vu

Flow so sick, like I got the flu

It ain't all about the streams and the views

But then again I'm finna blow like a fuse

Maybe I'll buy a new grill, yes

Maybe I'll buy some new chills, yes

Maybe I'll ride around the city

With a brand new lambo I bought with my check, yes

Maybe I'll buy some new grill, yes

Maybe I'll buy some new chills, yes

Maybe I'll ride around the city

With a brand new lambo I bought with my check, yes