[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
(Ayy bro, is that Jambo?)

[Verse 1]
I seen my momma lightin' candles 'cause the lights was off
So with or without you, I'm gon' ball
One of my n***as hustle, the other do scam
Quick to zip a n***a up just like twenty-eight grams
I respect my cougar bitch, I'm always callin' her ma'am
That n***a tax his daddy brother, that's his Uncle Sam
All I wanted was some space when I was in a jam
Locked up in the cell, there really wasn't no joy then
Leave that lil' boy on the cement, streets turned me to a man
Ain't no way that I'm running, sticks on this Sprinter van
I'm so high up, the critics wanna see me land
I flew the bitch in, I guess that's just my way payin' for that
Give my opp a bald head, we gotta cancer that
Ain't talkin' on no Apple phone, that shit'll get you jacked
I'm not a serial killer
Was a psychic as a lil' kid, I knew I'd be bigger
I did this shit all by myself, I don't owe none of you n***as
My Glock pay half of the rent, boy, I stay with my pistol
My n***a quick to hit a lick, he got a tongue like a lizard
Forever ride by myself, Ion't need no n***a
Only thing I need to save me is this rear-view mirror
[Chorus]
Smoke a whole bag in the Airbnb
Why the haters ain’t there if you got racks on me
Kill you in A. McQueen's if I catch you lacking
Drown that boy in .223's, I'm tellin' you it's that deep
Last night, I was askin' God to bring my n***as back
First thing they told me, "The good times don't never seem to last"
On my pop's I'ma pop a n***a, I put that on my daddy
I don't care if you outta town, they gunnin' for that bag
They either drive or they land doe, that shit be something like magic
I’m ballin’, Adell Harris, got pistols in my tub, man
Soon as I start doggin' her, she tried to fall in love then
You think it's cool to post your n***s, girl, I know you not my only fan