[Intro]
Uh-uh, uh

[Chorus]
It's the 02 baby (Uh), fuck you baby
How this lil' n***a be ballin' so hard? His finger roll crazy
Just finessed that one, that chick, bitch, shit I feel like Tom Brady
Same n***a that was hated on, but I'm everywhere lately
You don't know my n***a straight out the field
Told momma "I got my bag to fill"
Straight heat, this not a fire drill, really don't trap, I might aswell
Got cool job, how I clean hills
And he still got plugs for the beam still
.300 semi beams him, these bitches treat us like losers

[Verse]
...
...,but I still made a killin' this year
I only wake up to God in the middle of the night

[Chorus]
It's the 02 baby (Uh), fuck you baby
How this lil' n***a be ballin' so hard? His finger roll crazy
Just finessеd that one, that chick, bitch, shit I feel like Tom Brady
Same n***a that was hatеd on, but I'm everywhere lately
You don't know my n***a straight out the field
Told momma "I got my bag to fill"
Straight heat, this not a fire drill, really don't trap, I might aswell
Got cool job, how I clean hills
And he still got plugs for the beam still
.300 semi beams him, these bitches treat us like losers