(intro)
Bihh I'm trappin in the bando
Tweakin got minnesota, Lambo
I'm poppin off all these extendos
b**h pull up in that limo
I'm bouta roll down the windows
Tweakin got minnesota bando
Bihh I'm trappin in the bando
(whole part)
Bihh I'm tweakin
My n***as eatin
Yo bihh sleepin
Fresh outta bars now we reakin
Glo gang posted so we teamin
Aye, I'm smokin up a blunt
I be up in the clouds
All these n***as
Only wit it it for a clout
We in the streetz loud
All my ex's they proud
b**h I got a crowd
I be juggin hella xans
b**h pull up ya pants
Runn it wit my gang
Get off my land
Leopard tesla, golden lamb
We goin in the cut han
I know this yo jam
Pistols poppin, wham bam
Put a n***a in a can
I know y'all haters just fans
Damn I take yo thangs
Damn I'm rockin fangs
Type of Wu Tang Clan
Phones startin to rang
Bihh I'm chasin bands
Got a couple hunnid grands
Don't f** wit my fam
Bihh gettin slammed
Eat cheese wit the ham
Y'all n***as ran
Gettin it straight
Count skrilla rather call it cake
Blunt lit up I'm bake
Y'all n***as just hate
I know you a fake
Hissin just like a snake
I'm on the yacht, money make
I'm just tryna come up
On a couple hunnid stacks
Old name, Yung Mac
Take it to the crib
Now I'm pullin racks
All these n***as
Stab in the back
Never stop the work
I never slack
Posted with a gat
You claim you straped
But you flexin
I'm just finessin
You n***as is reverants
I'm a blessing
Kickin it like Messi
I got red head
Why the f**
You broke n***as
In my section?
I'm a life lesson
Pull out the weapons
Million is what I'm destined
Don't ask no questions
I'm just guessing
Shoot yo thru yo brain
In a second
Nobody got perfection
I'm from the seven
f** you n***as in 11
Feelin like heaven
Goin thru depression
Got me feelin lifes lesson
Yuh, so I'm never
Gonna stop
f** an opp
Got a f**ing gucci box
Two pistols in him
Put it in his dreads
One to tha head
Blood just spread
Snitchin to the feds
Don't talk, I dont do no threats
Yo b**h give me head
Bihh, I'm just tryna
Come up on a motherf**ing
Motherf**ing check