[Intro]
Yo yo tell me now son
Remember when we was in Brooklyn, n***as was trash
Yo I heard wack n***as before (like wack ass n***as yo)
Yo Y son just, c'mon just say a little somethin' (say somethin', gotta say somethin' fuck)
C'mon Y say somethin' man

[YL]
See when you chase pussy you the only thing that ends up gettin' fucked (damn son)
Yo be about yo' bucks
The dutches are safely tucked in the comfort of my hoodie pocket (pocket)
Groupies flockin' swerve past the corner they swarmin'
I try to dodge 'em (that shit was hot)
Yo I'm the only rapper that doesn't attain rap money (aight)
Ain't that sad, don't laugh it ain't funny
Polo sweatpants the weather dictates my outfit
Search for a gram I hit up the plug like an outlet
Flowin' over the fountain, yo I took yo' microphone for ransom
My baby think I'm handsome
That's the word (word)
My mixtape drops with heavy anticipation
Quit school Ridin' Back will be the source of your education
Word up
Know what I'm sayin'
You feel me son