| Me and my bros used to share clothes |
| Make 'em film with a ho like the BangBros |
| I get 'em cheap in Daygo |
| They drop 'em, I pay 'em back pronto |
| Where I’m from, niggas kill over hunchos |
| Swoop in on the prey like a hawk, Mutombo |
| I’m in the spot where the taxes extra, been servin' the custos |
| We might get mold poisoning, servin' out all these bandos |
| Had to get right, get right, get right, get right, get right |
| Had to get right, get right, get right, get right, alright |
| We in the meth lab, we need a mask on from the fumes in it |
| Lucid Air don’t need fuel in it, this the dark side, we do cruel business |
| Uppin' the pound when it’s static, I let it loose sporadic |
| Blue coupe on a Wednesday same color Orlando Magic, okay |
| I shoot a movie with a bitch, love the way she use her tongue |
| Watch a grown man get shredded when we use a drum |
| The North Africans feedin' me info |
| Stickin' dick in a fine-ass nympho |
| These are real bullets, not paintballs |
| Scam the whole country like Madoff |
| Diamonds sunny, Sahara |
| Benz trucks and Panameras |
| Flooded piece, a hundred karat |
| Heavy neck, I got sore |
| Red bottoms when I walk |
| I’m leavin' blood on the floor |
| The streets cold as the Arctic |
| Ain’t no love here no more |
| Had to improve my status, they ain’t wanna come and support a nigga |
| I’m with some Portland sprouters, had to ignore the doubters |
| I ain’t show no mercy when I smash, I fucked the juices out her |
| Love the way that she talk, shawty got an accent |
| Yeah, I’m bustin' down these bags, I’m just doin' fractions |
| Got backends, got backends, got backends, okay |
| Switchin' currency, I’m havin' euros |
| Swipe a card in a car that’s from Turo |
| Number one, I’m the numero uno |
| Me and my bros used to share clothes |
| Make 'em film with a ho like the BangBros |
| I get 'em cheap in Daygo |
| They drop 'em, I pay 'em back pronto |
| Where I’m from, niggas kill over hunchos |
| Swoop in on the prey like a hawk, Mutombo |
| I’m in the spot where the taxes extra, been servin' the custos |
| We might get mold poisoning, servin' out all these bandos |
| Had to get right, get right, get right, get right, get right |
| Had to get right, get right, get right, get right, alright |
| Alright |