(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

How long can he go?

(Thanks, Yakree)

I was shinin' hard, I was grindin'

When they see me, I was gone from off the lean

Smokin' dope, dope, dope

When they see me, I was beamin', beamin'

Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights on the street

I know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me on

Aye, aye, on

They thought they'll never see me on

Aye, aye, on, on

Oh, he got a Rolls-Royce and you know I paid for it

For that money, we untamed, boy, I was locked up in them chains for it

My mama know it, I ain't doin' no back and forth, I catch him, whack the boy

Got racks, I stay with that money on galore and I started off trappin' for it

I'm in a Bentley GT, park this bitch inside the street

Pull up, they like, "There go YB"

Fresh as I could fuckin' be

I be keepin' they chest on bottom my feet and I don't miss no beat

I be wearin' Pateks and Cuban links, the cheapest cost thirteen

Sick, I ain't got no cough, you ain't never noticed since I be off codeine

Grimy, I'm out that North, she fuck with me, she wan' fuck with me

Cutthroat like my mama, you know I'm known to pull off mysterious things

I like that Redeye better, but she bought Hemi in that Trackhawk Jeep

Stackin' up my money, ****, they wanna see my bank on E

Them bitch-ass **** tried to bang on me, they aim wasn't neat, dang, boy

Podcast **** be mentioning me, take off on 'em

20 mill' on 20 mill', you better watch my name, boy

When they see me, I was gone from off the lean

Smokin' dope, dope, dope

When they see me, I was beamin', beamin'

Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights on the street

I know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me on

Aye, aye, on

They thought they'll never see me on

Aye, aye, on, on

****, stack that shit, that's another M

That's a new attempt, hold on, stop this bitch

I'm in LA bangin' red, I kill a Dodgers pit

Hmm, he came home from the Feds and he got twice as rich

In Atlanta, won't say that I won't fight, I'm bringin' out the stick

This lil' hoe just talkin' 'bout what she don't like, she just bitin' my dick

You got a question if YoungBoy rich, you slower than a bitch

They boycott, then got that boy lit, I shoot him in his shit

Buy her that Benz made by Brevis, my bitch gon' have a fit

From a cell to livin' lavish

How realer can it get?

Turned down that deal to save the whole clique

How triller can I get?

Hit the car lot, ain't no pic, make sure I ball out 'round this bitch

Off the lean, I'm smokin' shit make you hallucinate, one hit

To my PO as I go, I take a piss that's with a stench

Mr. Feelin' Ready, I been sellin' tunes, I ain't got no bricks

I don't know nothin' 'bout no murder, I don't know nothin' 'bout no hit

When they see me, I was gone from off the lean

Smokin' dope, dope, dope

When they see me, I was beamin', beamin'

Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights on the street

I know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me on

Aye, aye, on

They thought they'll never see me on

Aye, aye, on, on