[Intro]
(You got it, mag)

[Verse]
And we gon' get 'em, be like, I can't even lie, like, this the time and we gon' shine in peace
I don't think she knows we gettin' rich though
When I swerve in a rental, they gon' know I'm on his ass with that stick, oh
Got a Seraph tee on, put it on my head
Walk inside the bank, give me all that fuckin' bread
Yeah, I'm finna go guns blazin' over this bitch
I'm steady reminiscin' about your fuckin' friends
I got this cup, it's full of mud, I feel it in my head
I'm goin' M.I.A, my friends gon' think I'm fuckin'—
I'm in the trap, boost the trap for my fuckin' mans
And this a ritual we do, so you cannot get in
And you can't get it in with me, you gon' have to pay a fee
I told my bitch to hold my strap—
I told my bitch to hold my strap 'cause she was next to me
I told my brother zuro, "We ain't finna go for free"
I'm lookin' at the sky, thinkin' 'bout how high it go
I'm thinkin' 'bout the bitches, thinkin' 'bout how tall they be
I'm fuckin' with these model bitches, I swear they all some freaks
I love my brothers for all that shit that they done did for me
I can't even lie, like, this the time and we gon' get 'em, be like
I can't even lie, like, this the time and we gon' shine in peace
I told my lil' brother, "That's my brother, I'm gon' get him right"
I told my lil' brother, "We gon' shine, it's my fuckin' time"
I can't even lie, like, this the time and we gon' shine in peace
I told my lil' brother, "That's my brother, I'm gon' get him right"