| 16 and went and jumped up off that porch, yeah |
| My dawg stressin', he just woke up smokin' 'Ports |
| My dawg tellin', damn, it’s crazy how it go |
| I know they hate it VVS Cubans choke my throat, yeah |
| Tables turn and it turned me into a demon |
| On the purge, on a late night schemin' |
| You say you love me, I’m just hopin' that you mean it |
| And as soon as I come up off the road, I know you feignin' |
| Getting high to the sky now, wishing you was mine now |
| They wish they had my lifestyle |
| Wish they had my clothes on, wish they had my cars |
| Been struggling for so long, we done came too far |
| To let niggas slow us down, too late to hold us now |
| In the trap with a whole hunnid rounds |
| She looking up with her knees on the ground |
| I ain’t gotta tote no cash, I got a Visa now |
| Lot of shit I ain’t see in the past, I got a reason now |
| I gotta be here now, I gotta be here for my team |
| Gave out 15 to my mama and got out 15 in my jeans |
| Got a bust down on my wrist, got a new Glock with a beam |
| I’m the greatest, young Ali, I might pull up, AMG |
| 16 and went and jumped up off that porch, yeah |
| My dawg stressin', he just woke up smokin' 'Ports |
| My dawg tellin', damn, it’s crazy how it go |
| I know they hate it VVS Cubans choke my throat, yeah |
| Tables turn and it turned me into a demon |
| On the purge, on a late night schemin' |
| You say you love me, I’m just hopin' that you mean it |
| And as soon as I come up off the road, I know you feignin' |
| Girl, I know you feignin' for it |
| What you need? Let me afford it |
| I watched all my niggas change |
| You was right there to be here for it |
| Seen too much and still ain’t seen it all |
| You gon' ride for me, like me at all? |
| Used to going to war with niggas |
| I ain’t know it was gon' be my dawgs |
| And the crowd got too much fans |
| And my pants got too much bands |
| And my whip is too damn fast |
| Had to let go of my past |
| Had to relocate my home |
| Ain’t no talkin' on the phone |
| Niggas working with the feds |
| 'Cause they both wanna see me gone |
| But don’t wanna see me shine and flood my bitch with diamonds |
| She don’t even smoke, but in this coupe, she high as I’m is |
| Niggas hate that I’m on, need Wi-Fi for your iPhone |
| I went and got my bands right, now they telling me I’m wrong |
| 16 and went and jumped up off that porch, yeah |
| My dawg stressin', he just woke up smokin' 'Ports |
| My dawg tellin', damn, it’s crazy how it go |
| I know they hate it VVS Cubans choke my throat, yeah |
| Tables turn and it turned me into a demon |
| On the purge, on a late night schemin' |
| You say you love me, I’m just hopin' that you mean it |