[Chorus]
I flew with gas, they ain't check me out from New York
This shit is legal, you front me, I'll smoke you off
I stay on ten toes, you won't see me when I come to Hawk
223 from 322, let it off like
Free the homies in the yard
They know I made it out this far (I made it)
Mm-mm, they thought they had me, that was false
Yeah, I'm the truth and y'all can tell just from afar (Y'all can tell)

[Verse 1]
Y'all know that I be hangin' with them killas, we be silent
With packs and bricks we move it out, we get it, every mileage
You triеd me once, I shoot you twice, thеn dump it out, your body
They caught me with the hollow point, but fuck it, I'm still ridin'
She drive the Camaro like it's a Camry, we be vibin'
Pika-pika, we snackin', we be munchin' out the islands
They can hate my politickin', but I just be rhymin'
Gettin' racks that I stack up for the days that it ain't shinin'
Waitin' on that day that I get diamond for this fire
You [expectators?] keep hatin' on my name, but I don't mind
We be crackin', they be brackin' from both sides, 'cause I don't lie
Homie, anywhere I can hide it, then I

[Chorus]
I flew with gas, they ain't check me out from New York
This shit is legal, you front me, I'll smoke you off
I stay on ten toes, you won't see me when I come to Hawk
223 from 322, let it off like
Free the homies in the yard
They know I made it out this far (I made it)
Mm-mm, they thought they had me, that was false
Yeah, I'm the truth and y'all can tell just from afar (Y'all can tell)
[Verse 2]
Whatever distance is you clicks out, get my spotter, I'm gon' got you
In a position, give them sniffs out, 'cause it's cold and it go "ha-choo"
If you don't listen, then that's your fault, you can never do what I [trialed foo?]
I'm like inches from goin' back to my days that I would rob you
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They tried to tame a savage, high notes with the malice
C's up like it's Dallas, gotta fit the package
Ship it out, we trappin', I don't know what happened
Almost livin' lavish and I'm gettin'

[Chorus]
All the gas, they ain't check me out from New York
This shit is legal, you front me, I'll smoke you off
I stay on ten toes, you won't see me when I come to Hawk
223 from 322, let it off like
Free the homies in the yard
They know I made it out this far (I made it)
Mm-mm, they thought they had me, that was false
Yeah, I'm the truth and y'all can tell just from afar (Y'all can tell)