[Bridge: Raury ]
Yeah, uh
[Hook: Raury]
You don't need to wonder if I blow
There's alot of it
On my Koji Kondo sh**, on my Koji Kondo
Technicolor platinum silver goals on my front some sh**
On my Koji Kondo sh**, on my Koji Kondo
East Atlanta, South Chicago flows
Yeah we run this sh**
Don't you even front bout it, don't you even front bout it
[Verse 1: Raury]
Throw the peace sign, there's nothing I be high
As two-pilot propeller planes
Got hella flame for the f**boys that sell they fame
The pigs come round', nobody tell a name
Nobody tell a name, nobody tell a name
The pigs come round', nobody tell a name
[Verse 2: Taylor Bennett]
My b**h bought me a Gucci shirt
I'm turnt up like Lil Uzi Vert
f** with me you might get murk
My clique draped in all type of
For my Libra moves all types of work
My gang out here, my gang out there
Im with them hoods that you can't go
Atlanta like my second hoe
My side b**h if we technical
[Verse 3: Raury]
No n***a this fresh you know
Dressed like a professional, turquoise on my necklace though
You be on that west and coast
Always on the dash you know, sorry I ain't checking though
I'm just out in Texas though, meetin Texans, s**t these hoes
I'm not even flexing though
It's just my confessional, it's just my confessional
[Verse 4: Taylor Bennett]
How a n***a move so professional
With an extra hoe?
I'mma let you know
Getting money like I never seen a check before
Getting blessed like I've never ever stressed no more
Putting b**hes on me never getting dressed no more
I don't even send the a text with address no more
She running with the dough I finessed that hoe
Like oowah
Young n***a savage
(?) backstreet
With a thick chick
She looking like an athlete
In the ave-y
Saying thick a** Ashley
I'mma pa** her that
Stick like track meet
My boys don't sing
But they BackStreet