Yeah, It's still FS n***a, Jet Set n***a
Rome my block west coast cell phone I got hoes locked
So my California visits be prop a** broads, with cannabis cards
Hard top like convertible cars, n***as thought I sold mine
Brother you out your mother f**ing mind
I am still that n***a, wood grain wheels, still the Laguna SS
Freddy Kruger SB's on the gas I step, accelerating n***as get left, right
Try to gimmy crap mother f**er no dice, spitta snap like the back of my Bape hat
Don't ask where I got it I hate that, I'm connected people I get it where they make it at
At the Lakers game me and tk sitting adjacent to Jack, give them a couple seconds to compute that
This that spitter sh** b**h don't confuse that
We have these other dudes rap peace and love hell raise uh uh dude
My straps cruising in my Escalade eating fruit snacks
I'm on my big kid sh** got rich bought all the things I couldn't get when I wanted them
Got it all full of dimes and hundreds, I can only ride one of them
Back in the G they made fun of them now they labels telling em you need to do one with him, yeah yeah