Ayy, ayy

Woo

Lil' baby tryna lick me with my pants on (Huh?), the Glock pokin' (Boom)

Pour two fours, blowin' 'za, now I'm loaded (Ayy)

The hoes ain't around when you down, stay focused (Stay focused)

I brought the Benz out, a **** havin' too much motion (Yeah)

A Bay **** fuckin' with them Eastside bitches

Moncleezy in the winter with a ski-zy or a fitted

These Amiri jean denims, not no Levi's, ****

Opps can't show not a dollar, but bet they keep on dissin'

We just poured a soda up, then flipped the top and then we sip it (Syrup)

Been doggin' Trackhawk, we used to ride up in that Civic (Yoom)

It's Virgil on my back, I don't fuck with basic bitches

Million-dollar ****, still shootin' dice up in the trenches (Oh, yeah)

Babyface savage, pourin' out the baby bottle, huh (Syrup)

Drop the whole pint, then watch it sink to the bottom, huh (Hoo)

Thought gettin' rich, that shit'll stop all my problems

But now a **** rich and I got rich-**** problems

Hey, dude, let me show you what this bag do (Uh-huh)

I be sick spendin' money, think I got the cash flu

I'ma stick to these bands, we stuck like a tattoo

I hate a broke sucker ****, see you out, then play cool (Huh?)

Baby tryna lick me with my pants on, the Glock pokin'

Pour two fours, blowin' 'za, now I'm loaded

The hoes ain't around when you down, stay focused

I brought the Benz out, a **** havin' too much motion (Yeah)

I'm a Flint ****, but sometimes I be in the Bay

And I might call my bae if I ain't got nowhere to stay

I can pull a hundred K or I can put this shit in your face, ****

Naw, matter fact, this shit up on my neck

The first four lines was straight through, I ain't even take a breath

First job was my last job, but now it's takin' checks

I been in the game for a minute now, bro, I can fake a ref

The Micro Drac' with the binary, bro, you might take a step

It's like you can't control it

Your jewelry ain't legit, bro, why you fakin' motion?

Bro, that shit ain't even cool, it's like you fakin' trophies

I told y'all when Ri get home, we gon' be takin' over

Now that **** back

Fuck tryna drive the strike today, bro, we gon' take the 'Lac

This bitch still a V, so it might snatch when I hit the gas

My bitch bad as hell, bro, she just need some ass

Told her keep on actin' right and I'ma get you fat

Lil' baby tryna lick me with my pants on (Huh?), the Glock pokin' (Boom)

Pour two fours, blowin' 'za, now I'm loaded (Ayy)

The hoes ain't around when you down, stay focused (Stay focused)

I brought the Benz out, a **** havin' too much motion (Yeah)

A Bay **** fuckin' with them Eastside bitches

Moncleezy in the winter with a ski-zy or a fitted

These Amiri jean denims, not no Levi's, ****

Opps can't show not a dollar, but bet they keep on dissin'

I'm a Flint ****, but sometimes I be in the Bay

And I might call my bae if I ain't got nowhere to stay

I can pull a hundred K or I can put this shit in your face, ****

Naw, matter fact, this shit up on my neck

The first four lines was straight through, I ain't even take a breath

First job was my last job, but now it's takin' checks

I been in the game for a minute now, bro, I can fake a ref

The Micro Drac' with the binary, bro, you might take—