[Intro: Kruk One]
Ayy, yo

[Verse 1: Kruk One]
Hopped out the S-Class, been the one who outlast
Army full of riders and we ain't lettin' shit pass
'Bout to be on your ass on sight, reppin' TL for life
My gold watch make you squint when we in some lighting
Pro fitted cap, ain't no hiding my identity
Strangers turning to haters and haters turning to enemies
I'm turning to a demon and gassing up all my energy
You're nothing, a ghost, just a motherfuckin' entity
Yo, fuck with me
The bitch is bustin', but she don't hit me
Your mouth got a lot of words, but your clothes empty
There ain't no dollar to your name, you couldn' go against me
It ain't no sympathy for ho shit, fuck with me
Been on my triple profit, the most high
Got my back, so you plottin' on the wrong guys
Thе vac' white (Yeah), the moneybag like bagpipes
And we still be on the weekend, know we gotta make a slap like

[Chorus: $tupid Young]
It's a wrap
Homie, just like that
Paid in full, ride with the four-five mag like that
Ayy, 'cause I got it like that
Ayy, n***a, it's a wrap
Homie, just like that
Paid in full, ride with the four-five mag like that
Ayy, 'cause I got it like that
Got it like that, ayy

[Verse 2: $tupid Young]
Half a kilo on my neck, bitch, my neck hurt (Bitch, my neck hurt)
Came home broke, tripled up my net worth (My net worth)
Told lil' baby, "Let me see your neck work"
I'm in the club with the thugs tryna network
N***a dissin' on the 'net, but he ain't like that (He ain't like that)
N***as hit us, then you know we come right back (Back)
Fuck these groupie hoes, they always get me sidetracked (Side)
Snoop put the East on, but I'm finna bring my side back (Eastside)
Left that boy in the bag like some groceries (Like some groceries)
I'm tryna take care of every n***a close to me (Close to me)
N***a, I'm just out here focused like I'm supposed to be (Supposed to be)
Look in my eyes, n***a, there is no ho in me (Nah)
Young n***a came up, got my name up (Got my name up)
Young n***a grindin' 'til I bring my gang up (Bring my gang up)
N***as think I changed up, I got my fame up (Nah)
Bitch, I'm out here grindin' 'til I pull up in a Range truck (Skrrt, skrrt), then it's a wrap
[Chorus: $tupid Young]
It's a wrap
Homie, just like that
Paid in full, ride with the four-five mag like that
Ayy, 'cause I got it like that
Ayy, n***a, it's a wrap
Homie, just like that
Paid in full, ride with the four-five mag like that
Ayy, 'cause I got it like that
Got it like that, ayy