[Intro: 2gaudy]
Yeah (Yeah)
(Ayo, Jug)
Yeah (Yeah)
For real

[Chorus: 2gaudy]
Ten seconds on the clock, I'm gon' ball away
Yeah, my shirt must need a three, I feel like Hardaway, yeah
There's no stepping up to me, and my gang
Treat my opps just like the curtains, they gon' hang
Oh shit, all my opps be envious, yeah
They just can't handle this
Just copped me an ounce of Cannabis
This life too fast, can't plan the shit, nah
But I still get the green like CeeLo
Hit it from the back, in the back of a Bentley truck
Made a bitch hit a C note, oh

[Verse 1: KILLXAVI]
I know, recently I been shining, shit, got that glow
Ay, Hellcat and that engine got that purring as I go
That's my little baby, gotta take it where I go
Ain't no need for rain or snow
Ay, watch this
All that bullshit goes on the block list
I can't even talk right now, I'm too fucking piped up
I gotta leave her alone, ay
You gotta stop blowing my phone
I do what I want, she knows I don't care
I been on my grind, no time for despair
You know it's a wrap when I'm back in my lair
I've been counting so much money
No competition, that shit isn't fair
[?] but I know that you're scared
I've been on some other shit
I don't wanna waste my time
I can't call this shit quits
They hate from the sidelines
[Chorus: 2gaudy]
Ten seconds on the clock, I'm gon' ball away
Yeah, my shirt must need a three, I feel like Hardaway, yeah
There's no stepping up to me, and my gang
Treat my opps just like the curtains, they gon' hang
Oh shit, all my opps be envious, yeah
They just can't handle this
Just copped me an ounce of Cannabis
This life too fast, can't plan the shit, nah
But I still get the green like CeeLo
Hit it from the back, in the back of a Bentley truck
Made a bitch hit a C note, oh

[Verse 2: 2gaudy]
No, I don't check price tags
Spent four racks on bean bags
Spent three K on a new fit
Took a flight, now I got jet lag
These n***as think they ahead of me
You was wrong, bitch, you in dead last
Took a hit out the new bong, so high, like I'm flying first class
I pave the way, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chopper on me busting, like labor day, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chopper like Febreze, bitch, I'm 'bout to spray
Sorry, I'm not sorry
Studio like hibachi, we cookin' up calamari
[Bridge: 2gaudy]
105 on the dash, hope I don't crash, 'cause I'm too high
Wonder why I love the smoke, love it when time flies by
Started with a pen, used to get high every hour
That shit made me anxious, so I switched up to the flower

[Chorus: 2gaudy]
Ten seconds on the clock, I'm gon' ball away
Yeah, my shirt must need a three, I feel like Hardaway, yeah
There's no stepping up to me, and my gang
Treat my opps just like the curtains, they gon' hang
Oh shit, all my opps be envious, yeah
They just can't handle this
Just copped me an ounce of Cannabis
This life too fast, can't plan the shit, nah
But I still get the green like CeeLo
Hit it from the back, in the back of a Bentley truck
Made a bitch hit a C note, oh