[Intro]
(You want a drink, Alek, while you wait?)
August 21st, 2021
[Verse 1]
This the update
Youngin out that bottom havin' fans way from upstate
Taxi car in New York, feel like a n***a on the runway
Made it on some other shit, my hood don't let no gunplay
Lil' boy, I'm from that Wreck, when I present, it be the dumb way
Flip down, post up with the thirty stick on me, it's on the tuck
I don't hang 'round many, only real n***as on my side, me, Col, and Buck
When I get where I'm goin', know I worked for all of this, ain't nothin' luck
My n***as with me at the bottom, same n***as with me when I'm up
Young n***a, 'member kickin' shit with Kato
Felt pain, shook back, I'm okay, though
My lil' brother still livin' like Halo
Started off just like Big Draco
Pourin' Wock' up all in the Faygo
Bitch, catch up, no mustard or mayo
Makе a bag for to start off my day, though
My bitch A-class like J-Lo
I keep my head up, won't show up on my past
Who got hospitalized, diabеtes goin' on with my dad
Just talked to my mom, she say I'm livin' kind of fast
Hop in that Hellcat, pull off and I do the dash
[Chorus]
Thirty thousand dollars spent on the watch
It's this type of day, I'ma tote on a Glock
When I go in, I don't know how to stop
This for the n***as who post on the block
This for the n***as on that paper route
This for the ones who gon' figure it out
So many more say they feelin' me now
Pop out, I'm mobbin' with Billie Jean bounce
[Verse 2]
Might catch a flight to the West Coast, but I come straight from the projects (Straight from the projects)
Used to want for a whole lot, now I walk around, yeah, I could buy that (Yeah, I could buy that)
Know a couple n***as in the hood, OG still raw with the Pyrex (Still raw with the Pyrex)
Flyin' first class in the front, I could really say, "What up?" to the pilot ("What up?" to the pilot)
Pull off, I'm leavin' the block, all the opps away where it's hidin'
Floatin', I pull off the top, took it all the way over the top, yeah (Take it off all the way)
They say that I'm broke and that I fell off
I'm gettin' this money, I doubt it
The way that I'm livin', it's really galore
The way that I'm livin' retarded
[Chorus]
Thirty thousand dollars spent on the watch
It's this type of day, I'ma tote on a Glock
When I go in, I don't know how to stop
This for the n***as who post on the block
This for the n***as on that paper route
This for the ones who gon' figure it out
So many more say they feelin' me now
Pop out, I'm mobbin' with Billie Jean bounce
[Outro]
Woah
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Da-da, da-da