Hook-

Windows  down hands go up

Drum  gun make them run

Head my bust, cross the list

Tommy gun match Tommy fits
(uh) 


Verse  1-


Turn the whole residence ghost town product of my hometown everything goes down (uh)

Somethin'  like a wild west throw down two pace turn around stare into the chrome now (uh)

I am like a bad ass kid, nobody can tell me shit (Bout this bout this)

I used to be Lil bro, oh how the cards unfold Uno i win

Aye

Two  unalike

Uh

You do more for the likes, front

Like I don’t realize, those chains look weird in the light

Your foreign, leased

Crystal, teeth

Old designer, vintage Tee

Bank, Freeze

Back up, fees
Rich, please

Like we don’t see

Check my, fees

I’m so felise

Stack a rack

Go it capish

Uh

Quietly

I Make moves don’t let anybody see

How you bust down VV's in Corollas?

That 1994, bitch you live with roaches

I’m no rich man, but i can't flex my brokeness

All black basic stitches, and I show Lo-Fi Vintage

Verse 2-


You not with my clique like that

You can’t take that sprinter back

No shows and no guest list pass

I don’t know that name you have

No flashbacks don’t name my past

I call how I see you act

Collab with my name attached

You ain’t never liked that track



Hook 2~~

Windows down hands go up

Drum gun make them run

Head my bust

Cross the list

Tommy gun match tommy fits aye

Windows down hands go up

Drum gun make them run

Head my bust

Cross the list

Tommy gun match tommy fits aye


Verse 3-


Tommy gun match tommy fits that yellow sporty vintage shit

That hang bag that don’t hold u shit just Flexy stupid stomp your shit

Uh

Talk some sense to me 'cause right now i make enemies

And friends only fuck that old Lil bro shit never hit me up like man who owe shit