[Verse 1]
2020 with the G's
Got discussion about P's that I thought we'd never read
Vin hustle hard so I planted the seed
And you see from afar we've been shopping on a spree
Running MC's used to keep me on my feet
Now I scream TMT when we pull up to the scene
Shit done changed, get a ton of shit for free
When the range switch lanes we keep picking up speed
And we still live sports, right now it's part three
And it's thirty degrees for a shrimp by the sea
Seeing that the realest been real from the start
Me, you and a car love canary art
Ask for my n***as and we stressing 'bout the pass
And I pass all the n***as that been working on my craft
Craft fishing now, didn't think you could tell
When the realest taking hits they getting saved by the bell
Surfing the city
Got the slimes, they been with me
If it's less than a fifty, then we see it as a pity
There is no question that we got to stay litty
What's love gonna do? Still feeling like Willie
And my name carry spends, got me feeling like Britney
And I ain't got time 'cause a n***a too busy
Ninj with the house, now we feelin' like Ricky
Don't make me see red 'cause shit could get trippin'
Put it in the back, then worry 'bout a biggie
And you don't want war 'cause shit could get sticky
Sticking to the script
Don't worry 'bout shit
If you come see me, then you see top pick
Hit one box and I say what locks
Uhh, keys always learning the drop
Hit top speed when we ran from the cops
Bro sip lean and he ride with the mob
High life fashion when we ride to the shops
And I don't want a story, straight to the plot
Tryna' get shares in the bunds and stocks
And tryna' keep Gucci down to the sock

[Bridge]
The boiling and shining and grinding, it's still on me
The boiling and shining and grinding, it's still on me

[Verse 2]
Girl, she a big old freak
Ride around town and bro got lit of weed
That shit P-O-P
Paying my dues, they ain't got shit on me
Trust me, you might see
Two free n***as in drip, just let us be
If it's VIP
Take no time, got crates of Hennessy
Keep thinking that I'm on my own one
Them referring to shit as 'The lone one'
I think I am the misfit, it's over
Then I threw the Supreme on my shoulder
Power bidest, I'm thinking I'm solar
And my boy asking me if he sober
I just said 'Put the P's in the folder'
The streets are really getting colder