Yeah

(Shit go stupid man, shit go stupid)

Yeah

What it is?

Riding through the ends in the whip

You can't see who coming

I be hiding by the tints

And I know some hittas

They might empty out the clip

City goin' brazy in the summer getting lit

You was on a wave, I can't seem to feel the wind

Jordans on my fingers, triple-double tryna win

(Tryna win man)

Pray I really make it out the 6

Yeah

Got me pushing triple digits on the highway

**** gettin' served, that's an entree

Still got reservations with my prom date

Did it for the love, how it sounds fake?

Better late than ever ****, pardon me if if i'm late

I'm just tryna get the team all the way out to Bombay

This shit ain't a game, it ain't no timeplay

Look at all the crappy shit that ya'll made

Still here after all that

**** wanna talk all that like we nickelodeon, fall back

I don't do too many call backs, I don't do a verse if the song wack

And I heard they the best in the league

Push em aside in a breeze

Tell my team "Where the ball at?"

Wanted smoke, where they all at?

Going hard, man you're all cap

Shoot my shot when I cock back

Swished in, know you clocked that

Had a moment, never saw it back

Now you on road for shows

That **** don't even pull up to, It's all sad

I was hoping that they all last

Damn

Who got the juice?

**** i'm thirsty

None of that twitter shit really concern me

Hold down a million before I see 30

Yeah

Said who got the juice? **** i'm thirsty

None of that twitter shit really concern me

I gotta dip to the endz in a hurry yeah

Yeah

What it is?

Riding through the ends in the whip

You can't see who coming

I be hiding by the tints

And I know some hittas

They might empty out the c-

City goin' brazy in the summer getting lit

You was on a wave, I can't seem to feel the wind

Jordans on my fingers, triple-double tryna win

(Tryna win man)

Pray I really make it out the 6

(Now they asking' what it is?)

(I was riding thru the ends in the whip)

(You can't see who coming' I be hiding by the tints)

(City goin' crazy in the summer getting lit)

(You was on a wave, I can't seem to feel the wind)

(Jordans on my fingers, triple-double tryna win)

(Pray I really make it out the 6)