| And I’m right back on Rodeo |
| Still got some boys on the payroll |
| You niggas still sippin' Karo (Yeah) |
| She with a P in LA at the condo, we 'bout to eat Maggiano’s (Yeah) |
| Helpin' the P out, |
| on Narcos, thinkin' I should take the Bronco (Yeah) |
| OJ (Yeah), gotta go get it tomorrow |
| I’m sellin' out The Apollo, inside my body is hollow (Yeah) |
| Count up them racks, get your folks out the ghetto, you know that was always |
| the motto (Yeah) |
| If a nigga wan' talk out the side of his neck, I just let his BM come and |
| swallow |
| Tell my lil' brother we pullin' up spankin' these niggas that thinkin' we hoes |
| Don’t do no explainin', don’t know what you thinkin', but just help a young |
| nigga grow |
| You add up the ten rings on both of my fingers, I paid like six hundred or more |
| (Yeah) |
| Gave out so many bands and bought so many bangers, you ask and the real niggas |
| know |
| I been puttin' that shit on, showin' these boys how to dress and get fresh and |
| pull up with the hoes (Yeah) |
| Don’t care 'bout no nigga been sendin' me threats, on the West, I get love from |
| the Locs (Yeah) |
| Let me turn back around and go back to a cell for a nigga with internet jokes |
| (Yeah) |
| Fuck this shit, I’m still doin' it for Jeff and Lil Keed and you know it’s R.I. |
| P. to the Pope (Yeah) |
| And my heart covered in Chrome, damn, they just now rockin' Chrome |
| Gunna back up early morn', bad bitches passin' me robes (Yeah) |
| Half you lil' spenders been doin' it wrong, I never talk on the phone (Nah) |
| He a clout chaser, they wanna be known, mad that we didn’t put 'em on (Yeah) |
| And I’m right back on Rodeo |
| Still got some boys on the payroll |
| You niggas still sippin' Karo (Yeah) |
| She with a P in LA at the condo, we 'bout to eat Maggiano’s (Yeah) |
| Helpin' the P out, |
| on Narcos, thinkin' I should take the Bronco (Yeah) |
| OJ (Yeah), gotta go get it tomorrow |
| I’m sellin' out The Apollo, inside my body is hollow (Yeah) |
| Count up them racks, get your folks out the ghetto, you know that was always |
| the motto (Yeah) |
| If a nigga wan' talk out the side of his neck, I just let his BM come and |
| swallow |
| You pick the fight, ain’t no way you can run from a nigga, 'cause we goin' at |
| it (Yeah) |
| I know some niggas locked up in the dungeon that say they feel me like a fabric |
| (Yeah) |
| I know you heard I been pullin' up pressin' these niggas who claimin' I ratted |
| (Yeah) |
| And been all on the yacht with my motherfuckin' shirt off, look at it, |
| my whole body tatted (Yeah) |
| Got the T-rex automatic |
| No, I ain’t signed to Atlantic (Nah) |
| Bulletproof truck and it’s matted (Yeah) |
| Ain’t takin' shit else for granted (Nah) |
| All this shit cost, it ain’t nothin' for free in this shit, so, yeah, |
| I gotta have it (Yeah) |
| Yeah, it’s the young Gunna Wunna, and I’m still the big P and a star like |
| Dallas (Yeah) |
| Back on the Addy |
| One of my diamonds a Patek (Yeah) |
| I got these niggas the maddest |
| I’m dressin' up like a salad (Yeah) |
| I sent his- (Yeah) |
| I sent his BM the addy |
| She done pulled up with no panties |
| In my Los Angeles palace (Yeah) |
| And I’m right back on Rodeo |
| Still got some boys on the payroll |
| You niggas still sippin' Karo (Yeah) |
| She with a P in LA at the condo, we 'bout to eat Maggiano’s (Yeah) |
| Helpin' the P out, |
| on Narcos, thinkin' I should take the Bronco (Yeah) |
| OJ (Yeah), gotta go get it tomorrow |
| I’m sellin' out The Apollo, inside my body is hollow (Yeah) |
| Count up them racks, get your folks out the ghetto, you know that was always |
| the motto (Yeah) |
| If a nigga wan' talk out the side of his neck, I just let his BM come and |
| swallow |