Verse 1-


Old shit said "got a

Gun in the back of the Acura" uh

'Cause I seen old friends envious mad that we passing em up

All that advice like damn I should really start taxing them up

Way too comfortable now back then never dapping me up

I just did a show with theFexGod packing it out

Throw water in the pit like how you turn up left tha crowd in a drought

This your shit but right now feeling like we helping you out

Call me back if you really wanna get this crowd figured out yea, aye yea


Hook 1-

Aye

I’m touring now

Aye sprinter don’t make a sound

Pull up I rage and I’m pulling out

Pull up get paid for 10 minute sounds

Aye aye How it sound

Sun up I work till the sun is down

Phone Put on silent don’t make a sound, Yuh

This how I’m living now


Verse 2-


Uh

Uh

Pick up the stamina, Yuh

Tell me right now who handle em

I’m making Hits on a hit like the batter up

I’m coming first never after em

I want my track like a vvs diamond

Album like Cuban Gold

I wanna take the whole team to Bahamas

Paid off by records sold

Uh
Uh

I want McAllen

Push on the start where I’m steering

Scraping the Westheimer ramps it won’t clear it

Floor it the neighbors gonna fear it

I did too much to be thrown off by feeling

All of that pain you gonna hear it

Numbing the soul won’t tell in my appearance

Fuck it the top where I’m steering


Hook 2-


Aye

I’m touring now

Aye sprinter don’t make a sound

Pull up I rage and I’m pulling out

Pull up get paid for 10 minute sounds

Aye aye How it sound

Sun up I work till the sun is down

Phone Put on silent don’t make a sound, Yuh

This how I’m living now


Verse 2-


Bitch I’m feeling best dressed and something like i’m next, Yes

Shit been rough I’m blessed, yes, 4 years put through the test, Yes

Aye


I been stressed, just watching who been flexed up

Broke and hungry yes Sir

Work mode work mode