[Intro]
Baow, mmh
(Oh, yeah, Sam, that beat right here go hard)
Hit the block drop the top and then roll off (Baow)
(Tuned up)
Make that Glocky my motherfuckin' road dawg
I heard n***as been jackin' my style
Lamborghini, I'm takin' the doors off
Let my momma skrrt off in that Rover
(Iceberg want a bag, bitch)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I'm tryna block out the shade
I throw on Cartier frames, sip codeine, get laid
I got some hoes in the telly, they all tryna fuck on the gang
They screamin' my name
I put the team on my back for the win, man, I'm feelin' like James
I'm talkin' 'bout Bronny
If we get hit at you know we gon' get back
And we do not stop until we catch a body
Ayy, ayy (Let's go)
I think I'm extra lit 'cause I'm paid
Ayy, ayy
Fuck around and just keep sayin' ayy
Gang, gang
I don't know you if you ain't the gang (If you ain't the gang)
Gang, gang
Everybody in my gang gon' bang
Ride through the city, I throw up my hoodie
Ain't talkin' no Boogie, but tell him come push me
Only a rookie, but they see the way that I ball, they think I'm a bully
I want bitches exotic, 'cause foreign is borin'
She gon' let me play with the ushy (Okay)
Come here and ush me (Okay)
I put it all in her tummy
But she know what's next
[Chorus]
Hit the block drop the top and then roll off
Make that Glocky my motherfuckin' road dawg (Grrt, baow)
I don't wanna come kick it, don't know y'all
I might pull up with .62 and blow y'all (Let's go)
Let off shots, see, we call that a roll call
He be sleep on the block, make him dose off
Lamborghini, I'm takin' the doors off
Let my momma skrrt off in that Rover
See, we really took this from the floor up
Flow so sick, I ain't talkin' no throw up
And I heard that they hatin', but so what?
This shit straight out the mud, they don't know us (Know us)
For so long I was waitin' to blow up
Feel I ain't get support from no one
From that jungle, bitch, that's where I rose from
Only hang with them apes and them cobras (Let's go)

[Verse 2]
Grrt, baow, everybody been jackin' my style
Grrt, baow, everybody around me go wild
Grrt, baow, took some losses, ain't throw in the towel
Grrt, baow
I'm tryna run it up, ain't runnin' back to the past
Oh, you thought I was done? Ayy, ayy, ayy
My lil' shawty got ass (She do)
And she get what she want, ayy, ayy, ayy
I made Birkin her bag (I did)
N***a reach for my chain
I see you been watchin' me strange (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, don't make me mad
See 'em talk on the internet
Fuck your dead homie, I spoke it, ain't takin' it back
[Chorus]
Hit the block drop the top and then roll off
Make that Glocky my motherfuckin' road dawg (Grrt, baow)
I don't wanna come kick it, don't know y'all
I might pull up with .62 and blow y'all (Let's go)
Let off shots, see, we call that a roll call
He be sleep on the block, make him dose off (Grrt)
Lamborghini, I'm takin' the doors off (Takin' the)
Let my momma skrrt off in that Rover (Let's go)
See, we really took this from the floor up
Flow so sick, I ain't talkin' no throw up (We did)
And I heard that they hatin', but so what? (So what?)
This shit straight out the mud, they don't know us (They don't know us)
For so long I was waitin' to blow up (We was)
Feel I ain't get support from no one (Nah)
From that jungle, bitch, that's where I rose from (I rose)
Only hang with them apes and them cobras (Cobras)