[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, woah
Xavier Gordon
Yeah, yeah, shit, n***a, woah

[Chorus]
I know you wanna be me 'cause I make that shit look easy
Swaggin' Saint Laurent, swag Yeezy
Puttin' on so hard for ED, woo
Way before I even was rappin'
Ask about me, I was trappin'
Skola know how make it happen
Get them things, go quick and fast
Before I even thought about a booth, I had a bag
I still be in the field with that tre-fifty-seven mag
All the oldheads 'round my way say I remind 'em of my dad
Last night counted a hundred cash and I don't mean to brag (Hundred bands, bitch)

[Verse]
I'm last of a dying breed, can't find this swag nowhere you go
Five thousand on a 'fit, don't even got nowhere to go
I'm super clean at every show
Pull up, tell kid go grab the door
Yeah, we need that backend
We ain't forget, y'all owe some more
My kind is extinct, I'm so full of Easter pink
I remember when I was fucked up, wash my clothes straight in the sink
I don't come loud in there, you better ask, ain't none of my n***as sweet
You get straight with that .40 'fore your ass can even blink (Boom, boom)
I'm the man now, I'm playin' with them bands now (Charge)
Twenty thou' a week, I can't put them yams down (Banger)
I don't fuck with none of these rappers, they some damn clowns (Lame)
It's still the same round, YBS until I'm down (Shinners)
I came so far from stashin' my pills behind that bar
And chasing down every car that I thought was gon' cop
I'm a star now, n***as hatin' 'cause I'm on top
I got bands now, I can hit that dealer, straight cop
[Chorus]
I know you wanna be me 'cause I make that shit look easy
Swaggin' Saint Laurent, swag Yeezy
Puttin' on so hard for ED, woo
Way before I even was rappin'
Ask about me, I was trappin'
Skola know how make it happen
Get them things, go quick and fast
Before I even thought about a booth, I had a bag
I still be in the field with that tre-fifty-seven mag
All the oldheads 'round my way say I remind 'em of my dad
Last night counted a hundred cash and I don't mean to brag (Hundred bands, bitch)

[Outro]
I'm the man now, I'm playin' with them bands now
Twenty thou' a week, I can't put them yams down
I don't fuck with none of these rappers, they some damn clowns
It's still the same round, YBS until I'm down