[Intro]
Ye ye
Look, LBO shit

[Verse 1]
Roll up a backy, make sure that bitch a 3.5
Ballin' like I'm Lebron, dunking from the free line
My shooters on a hunt, they get to pulling from the three line
Same n***as throwing shade, same ones used to D-ride
Legends in the hood, make 'em nervous when the V slide
Peyton in his prime, extra coverage on my D-line
You n***as wack, keep lacking your position, it'll be mine
This bitch think I'm supposed to spend my money
Because she fine
I'm chillin' at the condo watching Rondo where I recline
I told the maid to bring me out a bottle of that Pat-ron
Careful if my gat drawn no cap, naw, this ain't just a rap song
I'm strapped and you would get your back blown
Who you know spit it like this, huh
I still ride with this big gun
I'm with a model, Balenciagas to go with my drip, son
My bitch bad, told her pick one
While we laugh smokin' big blunts
I'm on your ass, don't gotta brag, but I know I'ma win some

[Verse 2: El Camino]
Yo, yo
I walk around with a nine with a big beam
I been on this same shit since 16
Even then, I had big dreams
I used to dream of bitches
Now I'm the n***a of that bitch dreams
You prolly seen me on the big screen
Or pullin off in a flame
You know it's me because the whip mean
I shot that fool outta anger
I could still hear that bitch scream
Right before I made her wig lean
I watched 'em switch sides, I let 'em pick teams
Smokin' from the door my Dior's weigh, too crispy
Hopped in a Regal then I wiped off the blicky
Toss that, roll me a blunt, we moving swiftly
Uh yo, I did it so fast you could call that shit a quickie
Back to the condo, my bitch just text me she missed me