All my young ni**as on hot sh*t
Talkin out yo neck get yo mom hit
012 babies on da blocc wit da chopsticks
Fucc round getcho ass mopsticked
All my gangstas hardbody we on sh*t
Caught a opp lackin left his top split
Get a call from da guys n we on it
All my ni**as goin up we ain’t fallin
Out doin bad see my fam callin
I’m not 24 but call me Kobe I’m ballin
Matter of fact I’m shooting like Scotty pippen
Balenciaga n Gucci da whole team drippin
Bacc when on da blocc wit da dime bags flippin
Jus speaking facts in dis beat dat we rippin
A ni**a cross me I ain’t even trippin
Jus call up da guys n leave yo ass twisted
Way back trading tray 5s for the dub
new J's on my feet when I walk in da club
Call it Thanksgiving cuz I left yo b*tch stuffed
All these thots on me but I can't show em no love
She thought I loved her but I guess she outta luck
I whip out the strap this ain't no bluff
My trigger finger itchin cause the opps better duck
I'm up on my grind stacking this bread up
Focused on da money
Keep my heart locked up
Off da drink ice cubes fallin in da double cup
if we see 12 then we gotta do da dash
the only time we running is running to da cash
i run in yo crib all black ski mask
if a ni**a actin funny up da pipe on his ass
got yo b*tch off the bottle and she tryna smash
Came out da gutter wit da gang it’s how we roccin
ni**as hoppin off da porch n runnin befo we walkin
We can’t cut da sh*t the not ever stopping
cut a couple ni**as out da flicc wit no croppin
One day dey yo bro, next day dey flip floppin
pushin by myself get a new mazi to hop in
go to da Louis store not stress ab da shoppin
living off my dreams while you ni**as in bk stuck moppin
gold up in my teeth n lv supreme on my belt
Picc shorty up in the kickbacc at da hotel
up so high you can’t even tell a ni**a fell
I once was broke but now y’all can’t even tell
Growin up wit da members dat sh*t a living hell
We couldn’t catch a W till we learned to take our Ls
Free all my ni**as stuck inna cell
we writing our own life n got a story to tell
Buy all the sh*t that i want give af bout a tag
I aint chasin no b*tch im chasin a bag
f*ck all them opps them ni**as sum feds
We dont f*ck with thots cause that sh*t be dead
We not worried bout beef we worried bout bread
all my goons bleed blue we don't bleed red
talkin out yo neck we'll fill you with lead
Im at yo hoe crib she got them legs spread
I'm poppin that pussy while I'm poppin the xans
Roll up inna stoley new glock in my pants
made y'all b*tch ramen like we in japan
dont f*ck wit you ni**as just fu*kin with the bands
come f*ck wit these bands oh wait ni**a you can't
get off the jet b*tches scream when i land
ran off wit a zips and sold it by the gram
You know I hit hella licks back then when i was ten