[Intro]
808 Mafia
Yeah

[Verse]
I'm out on bond and I'm poppin' nobody can stop
From copping a new Maserati
Shawty so bad she spoiled and rotten she stepping out she catch a body
Patek Philippe I don’t want it if the face can’t be bust down I can't be modest
Rose Gold Gilligan she look at me something like a pilot
Takin' the lean with molly, If I don't get my deposit I'm starting a riot
All these hittas are wildin', you can't do none' 'bout it
You gotta be violent
All you did was look at my pics, just studied my photos like stylists
Three phones ringing at one time, just a young dope boy slinging narcotics
Four hoes calling at one time all of 'em bout it they all about it
I got this junkie round me on you seen you walk in the lobby
I got sprung soon as I seen the phantom I had to go cop it
Moncler boutonnière your wife wanna give me that sloppy
Drop down, I got the doors iced up in a n***a body
Trap house, beating down the door, got it like I'm Pat Riley
They wanna throw some salt on the gang we bouta send some shots
Soon as you see that chrome to your brain you ain’t gon do nothing but potty


[Chorus]
Made it out the streets cold, I gotta get me some cake
Ran it up stuck to the street code, never mind all the vape
Hunnid pound bale load filled up on a crate
Duck down low hit 'em with the yellow tape (Brr)
Whole lotta check on me, whole lotta, whole lotta check on me (Brr)
Whole less bless on me, whole lotta bless on me (Brr)
Hundred pills of X on me
Gotta' keep a bag of X on me (Brr)
[Verse 2]
Hit 'em up like Bruce Lee
I'm 'bout to go at 'em like Bruce Lee (Brr)
Water all down my toes
Water all down my sleeve (Brr)
I had pints in my Cola after I whipped up baking soda (Woah)
[?] (Brr)
You 'bout to make me spaz
You 'bout to make me spend this cash n***a

[Chorus]
Whole lotta check on me, whole lotta, whole lotta check on me (Brr)
Whole less bless on me, whole lotta bless on me (Brr)
You can flex on me, you'll never be able to flex on me (Brr)
Hold your nest on me, they boutta place they bets on me (Brr)
VVS on me, they boutta [?] on me (Brr)
How many just like me, I got how many just like me?
Hundred gold chains at least
I gotta leave a hundred gold chains at least
You can tuck the heat but you gotta always share that freak

[Verse 3]
Made it out the streets cold, I gotta get me some cake
Ran it up stuck to the street code, never mind all the vape
Hunnid pound bale load filled up on a crate
Drop down low hit 'em with the yellow tape, (Brr)
Drop down get ya eagle on young n***a letting the desert eagle go
Free gang with them free bricks, I can hit you with the Lamborghini flow
Couple stains and a couple licks boy we done did a ?
Got my money counter with me, yeah got it jumpin' in I got the nitro
Lamborghini tryna pop a wheelie in this motherfucker like Rico
If I was in the streets then they'd prolly trynna tell Rico
[?] gotta go with my 21, [?]
La Famillia only way we ride if you gotta die then you gotta go
Couple [?] with me comin thru this Freebandz [?]
Lookin' like chapo, woah lookin like chapo
Lookin' like robbers whole hood lookin' like mobsters
Sleep with your carbon always go to sleep with your carbon
Swervin' out the margins, Swervin' all outside the margins
I can't bargain I was down bad I was starvin'
[?], tell your boyfriend
[Chorus]
Made it out the streets cold, I gotta get me some cake
Ran it up stuck to the street code, never mind all the vape
Hunnid pound bale load filled up on a crate
Drop down low hit 'em with the yellow tape (Brr)
Whole lotta check on me, whole lotta, whole lotta check on me (Brr)
Whole less bless on me, whole lotta bless on me (Brr)