[Intro]
Bust down Cubans, I just used to want a Franco
Just hit for twenty thousand, we at Hot Sauce and Panko (Ayy, we in the field with it, on my mama, n***a, baow)

[Chorus]
I be everywhere they said a n***a can't go
Bitch, I'm a whole different n***a when my pape' low
Bust down Cubans, I just used to want a Franco
Just hit for twenty thousand, we at Hot Sauce and Panko
They asked me who a n***a came with, I brought the Draco
I hardly even wear designer shoes, these some Fazos
Hella new attachments on the chop like some LEGOs
A Rolls-Roycе truck and a Urus, we on Melrose

[Verse 1]
Brokе n***a, you should put some lotion on them elbows
He tried to buy a gun from my bro, but we don't sell those (Clown)
I made thirty thousand off some sweats and some shell toes
I used to fuck with bitches who be hustlin' and sell clothes
I just need a good bitch to bring the pack in
I told baby, "Never pull straight, you gotta back in"
And you can catch me out in hella cities, I don't tap in
Them headshots'll leave a n***a dead like, what happened?
Since I lost my brother, it been madness
I can do it by myself, I'm a savage
Hey, I just wanna bust down the Patek
And shoot a sucker n***a in his face with a passion
Ayy, old-school shooters like the Mavericks
And I don't fuck with bum bitches, they got baggage
Givenchy slides at the beach, I ain't average
I fucked the lil' bitch so good, she lost her lashes
[Chorus]
I be everywhere they said a n***a can't go
Bitch, I'm a whole different n***a when my pape' low
Bust down Cubans, I just used to want a Franco
Just hit for twenty thousand, we at Hot Sauce and Panko
They asked me who a n***a came with, I brought the Draco
I hardly even wear designer shoes, these some Fazos
Hella new attachments on the chop like some LEGOs
A Rolls-Royce truck and a Urus, we on Melrose

[Verse 2]
It's time to get fresh, I'm callin' brother for some Beno
A clear mind, I might just take a drive down to Reno
And all a n***a tryna talk is cash like I'm Gino
I see you out here cappin' for the net, but you know we know
A big rat, why you have to tell? You broke the G code
The way I'm gettin' money, I feel like I got a cheat code
You n***as buyin' shoes for the bitch, I'm buyin' gleekos
A celebration, I'll take a steak and some Clicquot
We upscale, I know they hate to see my n***as up now
Just sent her to Kentucky with the pack, it's a touchdown
The same hoes that never gave me time, I could fuck now
My young boy itchin' for a body or a bust down
We be gettin' money sun-up to, n***a, sundown
And fuck suckers' last n***a died off a run down
I'm eatin' hella food off this juice, this the comedown
And every time a sucker get smoked, we eatin' lunch out
[Chorus]
I be everywhere they said a n***a can't go
Bitch, I'm a whole different n***a when my pape' low
Bust down Cubans, I just used to want a Franco
Just hit for twenty thousand, we at Hot Sauce and Panko
They asked me who a n***a came with, I brought the Draco
I hardly even wear designer shoes, these some Fazos
Hella new attachments on the chop like some LEGOs
A Rolls-Royce truck and a Urus, we on Melrose