[Intro]
(Mmm, WoodleyOnThaBeat)
([?], you just got the green light, hahaha)
Big SCY shit, n***a
Ayy, fuck a n***a (Heavy motion)
Glaow, n***a know

[Chorus]
Ayy, young n***a havin' motion, every day, it's a new hater
N***a ain't give me shit, fuck it, bitch, I'm out of favors (On gang)
Ayy, bruh, he keep that bub, he got that Za, all kind of flavors (Ayy, oh, yeah)
I ain't even gotta watch football to know I don't fuck with the Raiders (On gang)
Fuck n***a, keep on watchin' me, we gon' cut off your cable (Glaow, glaow, glaow)
You ain't tryna run up this gwop with me, you can't sit at my table
Same bitches ain't wanna talk with me, I'm puttin' dick all in their navel (Ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh)
Every day we smokin' trees, how the fuck we ran up so much paper?

[Verse]
And I been sippin' drank for a lil' minute now (Hoo, hoo, hoo)
I remember I ain't have no money, but we got plenty now
Said he want smoke, know it ain't shit, bitch, wе got plenty fire (On gang)
N***a lookin' wrong, I'ma up this blick, that go for anybody (Fuck n***a)
Strapped up likе I'm Rambo (Ayy), bitch, I ain't never runnin' out of ammo
We was just broke as fuck now we hittin' the block in Scats and Lambos
In the streets like Sesame, bitch, this ain't no Elmo
I ain't never 'flaugin', even when I got on camo (On gang)
Every day I'm on these fuckin' drugs, don't ask no questions why
Actin' tough, but he died with his pole, he ain't get to bust his fire (He ain't get to bust his stick)
I asked God to help me tell the truth, but I still lie
And I know nobody can't be perfect, but I still try (On gang)
Hell nah, it ain't no cryin' later, we laughin' to the bank (Haha)
Like, "Why you sippin' drank?" This shit help me think
Shoot a n***a like I'm photogenic, that's how you picture paint (Glaow, glaow, fuck n***a)
And I heard these n***as skippin' my songs, I bet their bitches ain't (On gang)
[Chorus]
Ayy, young n***a havin' motion, every day, it's a new hater (Heavy motion)
N***a ain't give me shit, fuck it, bitch, I'm out of favors (Fuck a n***a)
Ayy, bruh, he keep that bub, he got that Za, all kind of flavors (Glaow, ayy, on gang)
I ain't even gotta watch football to know I don't fuck with the Raiders (Hoo, hoo, ayy, on gang)
Fuck n***a, keep on watchin' me, we gon' cut off your cable (Glaow, glaow)
You ain't tryna run up this gwop with me, you can't sit at my table
Same bitches ain't wanna talk with me, I'm puttin' dick all in their navel (Ugh, ugh)
Every day we smokin' trees, how the fuck we ran up so much paper?

[Outro]
Fuck n***a (N***a)