| There go Quando at the door, yeah |
| And, I swear, and I swear |
| By the corner store, that’s the murder squad (Yeah, yeah) |
| That’s that third eye |
| I just wanna buy, things I never bought (Things I never bought) |
| That new car garage |
| Aw shit, there go Rondo and he steady leanin' |
| Catch me ridin' 'round wit' my blick, they wanna six feet me |
| On her, I cash out wit' them racks out on some D&G kicks |
| .300 Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady speedin' |
| Trap house whippin' remix, dirty Sprite, I need it |
| Day and night, no, I don’t care about this life I’m livin' |
| Diamonds bright, his diamonds shinin', say that he anemic (Yeah) |
| Wrong or right, you know I’m ridin', they won’t let me seasick |
| I could never leave my brother, that’s just on some G shit |
| Ain’t been the same since big bro Pablo left us all on defense |
| Yeah, she my main, but I don’t trust her and I really mean that (Yeah) |
| He in the rain with no umbrella, he just wanna be rich |
| Uh, uh, I pull out my cutter the fastest |
| From the bottom, I made this shit happen |
| Got some niggas that’s still in the trenches, there’s a lot in the prison who |
| steady be trappin' |
| And I’m screamin' fuck reminiscin', these niggas be dissin', we uppin' in |
| traffic (Skrrt) |
| Everyday on a mission to run up a million, we wrappin' the bricks up in plastic |
| I keep a rod in the Bentley 'cause I know they envy, and really want static |
| I made a decision to get up and get it, I know that I cannot go backwards |
| (Uh-uh-uh) |
| One call then I’m makin' you vanish |
| My dog, yeah, that really my best friend |
| Gun charge, I walked in with the baddest |
| Foreign car, out the window the ratchet |
| Tomorrow not promised, live it up, can’t leave this way |
| Just bein' honest, never thought that things’ll be this way |
| Ridin' 'round wit' a hundred, catch a opp, he gon' bleed this case |
| Two double cup and when he pull up, you gon' see his face |
| Aw shit, there go Rondo and he steady leanin' |
| Catch me ridin' 'round wit' my blick, they wanna six feet me |
| On her, I cash out wit' them racks out on some D&G kicks |
| .300 Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady speedin' |
| Trap house whippin' remix, dirty Sprite, I need it |
| Day and night, no, I don’t care about this life I’m livin' |
| Diamonds bright, his diamonds shinin', say that he anemic (Yeah) |
| Wrong or right, you know I’m ridin', they won’t let me seasick |
| I could never leave my brother, that’s just on some G shit |
| Ain’t been the same since big bro Pablo left us all on defense |
| Yeah, she my main, but I don’t trust her and I really mean that (Yeah) |
| He in the rain with no umbrella, he just wanna be rich |
| No, I’m not happy, I was born back in March Madness |
| Shawty bad, yeah she the fattest |
| Matter fact, she look fantastic |
| New Double R, can’t wrap the plastic |
| God think I might go mack blackness |
| That just to show that I ain’t average |
| One thing for sure, I’m still blue-flaggin' |
| He keep a pole, but he ain’t savage |
| Turn around and look what happened |
| Stick to the code, that’s automatic |
| We kickin' doors like «Where the rest at?» |
| New Double R, the dashboard jaggin' |
| You must’ve never checked my jacket |
| Straight up and blow, another casket |
| Jumped off the porch and got a leverage |
| Too much of Codeine in my bladder |
| Two-four like Kobe, that’s a tracker |
| New iced-out Rollie, that don’t matter |
| We kick it lowkey not together |
| My uncle told me, «Chess, no checkers» |
| Look at my trophy on the dresser |
| That’s my lil' whoadie, know he next up |
| Y’all niggas owe me, pick a stretcher |
| Aw shit, there go Rondo and he steady leanin' |
| Catch me ridin' 'round wit' my blick, they wanna six feet me |
| On her, I cash out wit' them racks out on some D&G kicks |
| .300 Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady speedin' |
| Trap house whippin' remix, dirty Sprite, I need it |
| Day and night, no, I don’t care about this life I’m livin' |
| Diamonds bright, his diamonds shinin', say that he anemic (Yeah) |
| Wrong or right, you know I’m ridin', they won’t let me seasick |
| I could never leave my brother, that’s just on some G shit |
| Ain’t been the same since big bro Pablo left us all on defense |
| Yeah, she my main, but I don’t trust her and I really mean that (Yeah) |
| He in the rain with no umbrella, he just wanna be rich |