[Intro: Calboy]

Tee

Ayy-hey

(Hey-hey)

Ah-ah, ah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Calboy]

Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (Ayy, rolling up)

We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (Ain't know enough)

Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up

And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (Might blow you up)

And there's more than fifty when we slide, you know them riders rough (Them riders rough)

If he playin' silly 'bout that bag, then we might tie him up

Remember we was fucked up, walkin' Sibley, we ain't have enough (We ain't have enough)

We tryna get some cake, these niggas hatin', they was mad at us (They was mad at us)

[Verse 1: Calboy]

Through the dark, hoodie on, like I'm Trayvon (Like I'm Trayvon)

I got shooters like the hoopers in my hood, like K. Nunn (Like K. Nunn)

Playin' victim, you know what you did, why you play dumb?

Crazy thing, my niggas knew about it, they ain't say nothin' (They ain't say nothin')

This Percocet gon' get me higher (Higher)

I go to sleep and get to talkin' to Lerayah (Lerayah)

She said, "Relax, my brodie, I've been sendin' my love"

You tryna kill yourself, that's gon' result to fire

Feed your soul like Lauryn Hill and some Wyclef

Pray to the Lord, he give me guidance and the right steps (The right steps)

My shorties wild and they get live up in the night, yeah (The night, yeah)

I'm from the darkness, baby, I'm so used to nightmares (Feed your soul)

[Chorus: Calboy]

Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (Ayy, rolling up)

We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (Ain't know enough)

Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up

And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (I might blow you up)

And there's more than fifty when we slide, you know them riders rough (Them riders rough)

If he playin' silly 'bout that bag, then we might tie him up (We might tie him up)

Remember we was fucked up, walkin' Sibley, we ain't have enough (We ain't have enough)

We tryna get some cake, these niggas hatin', they was mad at us (They was mad at us)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Calboy]

Yeah, I'm on the pill, cut on Lauryn Hill

On the real, my G-Wag came with six Tonka wheels

Born to kill, B-flag gang, put that on my tears

On my Learjet airplane, tryna pop my ears

Poppin' off'll get you popped for real, you know you not for real

You faker than some shiny white veneers

And if it's smoke, it's just a fire drill

I've been lying still, in the jungle even lions chill

I make a giant kneel

I heard Heaven need some volunteers, that's what I've been hearin'

Hit your momma crib, like your momma feared

From the bottom of my heart, my heart so bottomless, baow

I'll knock your top off, son (Skrrt)

Ready or not (Ready or not), here I come (Feed your soul)

Tunechi

[Chorus: Calboy]

Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (Ayy, rolling up)

We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough)

Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up

And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (I might blow you up)

And there's more than fifty when we slide, you know them riders rough (Them riders rough)

If he playin' silly 'bout that bag, then we might tie him up (We might tie him up)

Remember we was fucked up, walkin' Sibley, we ain't have enough (We ain't have enough)

We tryna get some cake, these niggas hatin', they was mad at us (They was mad at us)

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

I know you mad at me

Yeah-yeah

I know you mad at me

Them hoes, they mad

The opp, they mad

One time, they mad

Hahahaha, stay mad

Hahahaha stay mad

Woah, bah, bah, bah, payback

Vrrr, vrrr, vrrr-vrrr, straight cash

Yeah, stay mad

Wit' yo' hatin' ass

They mad