| Look |
| For one, when we step in the sun |
| I didn’t care bout the money, when they drew us out, I was risking the lot |
| I wasn’t gone, face to the Gods |
| Get us a load and we chop it in rocks |
| Chop, chop, chop, chop |
| Here and I’m here for the better |
| Me, It’s just me and my |
| Fuck to the opps and fuck what they did |
| Word to my bro, when they come out they pissed |
| Pick up my phone, I love when it ring, ring, ring |
| Straight to the quid |
| Don’t let them fool you, they threw it and missed |
| So many words, but don’t believe a thing |
| Look, so many cheaters and chatters |
| Why weren’t you there when in mattered? |
| So many cheaters and chatters (Chatters), but niggas weren’t there when it |
| mattered (Low it) |
| All of these shooting and all of these stabbings, I scored down an opp and I’m |
| bragging (Rr, rr) |
| Cover my eyes when I go on a glide, cuz both of the boys be tatted (True) |
| This beamer is looking metallic, an opp just dropped, tragic (Sad) |
| For one, all them niggas are bumms (No), they ain’t fucking with us |
| For two, all my niggas are true, man we say what we do (Do) |
| I mean do what we say, but you know what I mean, swear down man you catching my |
| tune (Catching my drift) |
| My guys do lean and shoot (Bah), |
| man this way too loose (Look, look) |
| Lean on a fucker |
| So spread out my butter |
| Shop for you and drop it (Drop it) |
| I inhale tropic, cookie smoke on a plug, ain’t got it |
| Come from the gutter |
| Makin' me suffer |
| Baby lock it (Lock it) |
| He made you toxic, still put dank on a scale I’m boxin' |
| I been fucking with the keys like a locksmith (Ooh) |
| Shawty telling me that I’m way too toxic (Too toxic) |
| Bring out the magnum (Grah), juice got spilled like wine |
| Oof, tonic (Blah, blah) |
| Let’s just be honest (Uu) |
| The whole of your group ain’t fucking on it (On it) |
| I swear that I’m living today (Eh) |
| Cuz you know tomorrow ain’t promised (True) |
| Look |
| For one, when we step in the sun |
| I didn’t care bout the money, when they drew us out, I was risking the lot |
| I wasn’t gone, face to the Gods |
| Get us a load and we chop it in rocks |
| Chop, chop, chop, chop |
| Here and I’m here for the better |
| Me, It’s just me and my |
| Fuck to the opps and fuck what they did |
| Word to my bro, when they come out they pissed |
| Pick up my phone, I love when it ring, ring, ring |
| Straight to the quid |
| Don’t let them fool you, they threw it and missed |
| So many words, but don’t believe a thing |
| Look, so many cheaters and chatters |
| Why weren’t you there when in mattered? |
| This cali I smoke (Mh, mh), this cali I’m smokin' |
| This cali, I blow it, I let 'em know when it’s gone (Mh, mh) |
| Two guns in the ride (Mh, mh), you know that we rollin' |
| Two guns when we rollin', we let 'em know what we got (Mh, mh) |
| I’m down for my bros (Mh, mh), you know I ain’t foldin' |
| I’m down for my niggas, I’ll do it now for my niggas (Mh, mh) |
| This cali I smoke (Mh, mh), this hot boys I’m smokin' |
| This oppers I’m smoking, I fling 'em all in my po- |
| Look |
| For one, when we step in the sun |
| I didn’t care bout the money, when they drew us out, I was risking the lot |
| I wasn’t gone, face to the Gods |
| Get us a load and we chop it in rocks |
| Chop, chop, chop, chop |
| Here and I’m here for the better |
| Me, It’s just me and my |
| Fuck to the opps and fuck what they did |
| Word to my bro, when they come out they pissed |
| Pick up my phone, I love when it ring, ring, ring |
| Straight to the quid |
| Don’t let them fool you, they threw it and missed |
| So many words, but don’t believe a thing |
| Look, so many cheaters and chatters |
| Why weren’t you there when in mattered? |
| It sounds like Nyge |