(Yeah, Yuh)

I can't even let the plane land

Posted in the club, with my bruddas I jus' dropped 10

You ain't met my Mother or my Brother, we ain't locked in

I'm with them **** gettin' money without clockin' in

Yeah, she know I rap I wanna fuck her friend

"Verse! like Oh My God, like why you pull up in a fuckin' Benz?"

Yeah, you **** lame that's why you follow trends

You **** seen Tray up on the mic and then y'all started shit (Dummy)

****, Verse! the one, yeah go follow this (Dummy)

Baby check my mind and I see her like psychologist

Yeah, when I start the SCAT you gon' feel it ****, race car ridin' round this bitch, you wouldn't believe it ****

C-H-E, you know me, yeah yeah ou yeah

When I throw them twenties in the air she act a fool yeah

Act a damn fool, diamonds turn yo eyes to a whirlpool, doin' shit that they don't even teach in school

Told her "Throw that ass back", she told me "Try and fight back"

I'm in the damn crib, pink fifties on her back tat

I got high out my mind, Oh My God I need Aflac

I'm not stressin' on that hoe, Oh My God I already had that

My twin off that lean, he can't drive, it's like Mad Max, Oh my God

And it's za too my head I can't see and it's bad bad, I'm fried

Yo **** lame and he died uh, You know I'm never lackin' Tray is lurking in disguise uh

Yeah, wake up make a band before I brush my teeth

Ion' even got no socials, **** wanna be like me, till' something go down in the streets

Why you **** can't just keep it P? Why you **** act like straight geeks?

What you? aye yeahh, like **** where the fuck yo double G?

Twenty into fashion, **** where the fuck yo Prada Jeans?