[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Look, ayy, ayy, look
(Boomin need extras)

[Verse]
Ready or not, just press the gas, we on go
I was taught to get up, get a bag on your own
I'ma get the head and hit the dash on a ho
I'm in Row, there's thirty thousand cash on the floor
AP on my wrist thirty-six G's
Do my shows in crackheads, fuck some big B's
Collecting all my backends since I was sixteen
You ain't got no money for a verse, bring me ten P's
Shit better be zaz, or you can keep the shit
When you live a world of crime, gotta keep a stick
Lay a hand on one of mine, get the reaper sent
He got fucked out a deal, he get three percent
Walkin' on a lonely road, tryna find my way
Feel like I'm talking to myself every time I pray
Ready or not, I'm finna slide, hope we don't die today
I'm tryna make a million cash, it's a lot of ways, let the climate change
Okay, the sun was just out, now it's stormin'
Bitch wasn't shit back then, but now she gorgeous
I was broke as hell back then, I couldn't afford it
Now I'm on Collins hoppin' in and out of Porsches
And them Lam' trucks
You think a hundred K some money? Get your bands up
Last year, I caught a body out a Ram truck
I just bought a ten milli', it's the tan one with a damn drum
Still trappin' off my iPhone, fuck a Samsung
Drop two n***as with one shot, that's an and-one
I'll let this bitch bang out like a band drum
I'm just tryna make a mil' in cash and some
Demons fuckin' with my head, tryna stay focused
I'm livin' life on the edge, tryna stay on it
This rap shit gon' take me to the top, I gotta wait on it
But still hop out that Benz truck broad day on 'em
Right now, I'm in Jersey sippin' Hi-Tech
Punch a n***a in his shit, he need his eye checked
I just snatched another rapper chain, he want his ice back
I'ma continue to shit talk 'cause I don't like rap
Ballin' on these fuck n***as now, guess the time changed
They say the music that we drop raise the crime rate
I done made 'bout sixty bands out of nine states
We drinkin' 1942, fuck some Bombay
She like, "You want your dick sucked?" I'm like, "I'm fine, bae"
I gotta make a hundred K before my mind straight
Lean got me movin' slo-mo like the time waitin'
I'm tryna drop an EP in a stadium like Kanye
Ghetto Boy the mafia, we on now
We done built the family up, they like, "You strong, huh?"
Fuck, I just sprayed the car up and hit the wrong guy
Brodie just popped an opp up, then took a long ride
Legends don't die
Hop out the van with baby K, let it ghost ride
I just popped an E, turned into Baby Ghost now
Fuck an Alabama bitch from the back, she yellin', "Roll Tide"
Shit, I been waitin' on her for a long time
I started trappin' young as hell, but I'm grown now
Bitch, I came over to fuck, put that phone down
I bought a brand new PLR, but it's old now
Alright, I gotta rock another show, that was sold out
Damn, they said my brother was a menace to society
Shit, I'm just tryna get rich like I'm Roddy
Fuck a Spanish bitch from the back, she yellin', "Papi"
I'm in Florida chillin' with the Haitians, blowin' broccoli
Mike, they say it's your turn, n***a, copy
Bitch came and blew my socks off, did it sloppy
My lil' cousin turned killin' n***as to a hobby
One false move, we gon' pop him, drop him