[Intro]
Yo, uh
Yo, uh
Uh-uh, uh, uh (Broad day with the SK)

[Chorus]
Push to start in a two-seater, ooh
Digital dash on the meter
And I pour a four in a litre, oh
Cronem got 40's and Ninas, ho
How you gon' lack with a heater?
Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters
Now I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh
Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh
Push to start in a two-seater, ooh
Digital dash on the meter
And I pour a four in a litre, oh
Cronem got 40's and Ninas, ho
How you gon' lack with a heater?
Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters, woo
I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh
Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh

[Verse]
Mhm, and he don't even really know 'bout me
I was sellin' dope since I was fourteen
Pack after pack, I don't got it for chеap
Whatever you sow, then you gon' rеap
Oh, lowkey I think that I got what they need
Crodie on cotch with a Glock and a beam
Made over a quarter up off of them fiends
Now my tape cost a couple keys
Yo, you better play it safe, cro love to creep
She like how I smell, like cookies and cream
Lovin' the way I'm ridin' the beat
Woah, I'm playin' it smart, I'm playin' for keeps
Labels on labels, ain't botherin' me
Ayy, I turn a reality from make-believe
Oh, snatchin' me up, ain't gettin' a peak
Huh, I'm makin' bands in my sleep
Yo, I wonder why they all in a rush just being the latest, oh, yeah
And I'm tryna be in a car while talkin' to Benjis, oh, yeah
And these Balenciagas got no laces
Ayy, whole lotta hate if I flex six figures in their faces, huh
Pussy n***as had me dodgin' bullets like The Matrix, uh
Yo, these fucked n***as got to work up on their aimin', yeah
Yeah, and shit just like a picture that I'm paintin', uh
And I don't really rock with this generation, uh
Yeah, and when it come from the mud, that shit feel different, uh
Yeah, and when you gotta bust', feel like you livin', uh
Yeah, and that revy spinnin' like a fidget spinner, uh
Yeah, how you make so many bands and you independent?
[Chorus]
Push to start in a two-seater, ooh
Digital dash on the meter
And I pour a four in a litre, oh
Cronem got 40's and Ninas, ho
How you gon' lack with a heater?
Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters
Now I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh
Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh
Push to start in a two-seater, ooh
Digital dash on the meter
And I pour a four in a litre, oh
Cronem got 40's and Ninas, ho
How you gon' lack with a heater?
Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters, woo
I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh
Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh

[Outro]
Push to start in the two-seater
Woo, digital dash on the meter
40's and ni—
I pour a four in a litre
How you gon' lack?
Back, back
Cronem got 40's and Ninas, oh
Heater