[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
The birds fly together in any weather
I was so high, I'm off schedule two (Damn, Trgc made that?)
I was so high, I'm off schedule
They gon' do your ass in if I tell 'em
Put this FN to your melon
All of my bitches is jealous
Bitch, all I hang 'round is felons
The opps outside, let's go catch 'em
And the lil' carats my bezel
Yeah, new drank in, it's time to go sip it
Brr, I ain't got friends, I hang with the villains
If I stand on my bands, bitch, you know I'm not little
Yeah, fucked on two friends, yeah, you could say that I'm living
Yeah, brand new Benz, AMG, dropping the ceiling
Bitch, I can't fall off, if you think that, you tripping, yeah
In the back of the Maybach counting a honey bun up
Pussy bitch, get your funds up
With lil' [T?] up in a damn Tonka
You is not gang, you a runner
Bitch, I'm sipping on drank 'til the sun up
If you [ain't got a flag?], put your guns up
If you a hitter, put your gun up
If you getting racks, put your gun up
If you popping tags, put your guns up
If you driving fast, put your gun up
If you sipping fast, put your⁠— Brr
I just went down on a freak in the back of the Rolls Royce, we closed the curtain
So much bands up in my pants, LV frames by Virgil