I'm getting all this dope every single day
All these fake n***as, all they do is hate
Look at sus ass bitches, all they do is flake
Hit me up on snap, now they wanna be my friend
N***a I don't play pretend
Drop top in the Benz and we smoking on this pen
Man fuck these kids, I would rather feel lonely
Me and the homies, real ones only
MCM backpack, fuck where that ass at
I don't got no FasTrak, she be on the Backpage with a fat ass
I'm paying it in bills, I need to relax, yeah I gotta fucking chill
Booty so thick and we did an earthquake drill
Cooking up the sauce on the outdoor grill
You're either born with it or it's acquired through the years
Overcome the fear in the Beamer, I'm tryna switch the gears
Nah fuck it, I'll just take an Uber
I'm a goofy goober, one day imma make it big, imma be a YouTuber
I don't know how to drive, I popped a 35
This drink just slowed my time
Friday night live and we feeling so alive
Smoking on the gas, we be getting hella lit in the high rise
N***a went to the bathroom, took a piss like 9 times
Hector like a cat n***a, got like 9 lives
I had an issue with the key, kicked us to the curb
Do not disturb
Boutta slide over to the burbs, hit me up for favors, expect no return
Wait a couple minutes, we went back in, we just cashed in
Got the keys back, they think I'm on crack
They claim I just attacked, talking all this shit behind my back
Security guard n***a tryna square up
They can't go through me, I got LaFlare on
I don't need a cup of water, bitch who you tryna take care of?
I'm getting critical hits when I'm fucking on your bitch
I don't want no kids, no baby daddy shit
I'm lining up my fleet and we playing Battleship
Ice so frozen, got the Rollie on my wrist
Going from the Greeks to the Romans
Pussy so wet, it's like an ocean
World War II, Palestinians shot up by the Jews
Turn on the TV, what is the news?
I'm roaring like a lion in the San Francisco Zoo
Yeah, my n***a LaFlee
San Pablo to Richmond, going back across the bridge
All we do is hitting licks and exaggerating shit
Talk about the old days and my old ways
Now we popping tags and securing bags
Smoking on the medical, edibles
Doctors in the hospital treat me like a vegetable
Unethical, unacceptable
They say I need to chill out
It's hard to be humble with my 100 dollar bills out
I'm a slave to the money, dripping Balmain
I'm changed by the fame, just staying in my lane
I'm switching up the game