Okay okay

Okay okay

Okay okay

We ain't the same

This shit I claim

Your bitch is made

So switch your lane

The haterade I know you taste it

We fucking dangerous

As rusty stainless

Could honestly give a damn fuck what you thank

Bottles to grip and the blunts to the face

Karma a bitch so we fucked till she came

We got problems my nigga it's coming your way

All of these kids got their funds from the weight

Run with a zip not a gun in the waist

Suburbs we sling it's the humblest place

We just order that shit and it comes in the days

Tabs on tabs on tabs on tabs on tabs

Flip flop them sacs flip flop them sacs on sacs on sacs

Forget the batch my nigga batches on batch on batch on batch

Now we stack on stack on stack

Ill say im sorry I put rapping out that shit was on delay

I was trapping out my parents house that shit could get me paid.As them applications handed out I filled they told me nay

As my daddy said this land were ons way different for this race

I said okay O fucking Kay

As kids these days

They go get blazed

To numb these pains

And and that demand is on that raise. So called my gang

And copped that 8th

And upped that weight

With Them 28s straight fucking banked

And now I laught at all these people

Been taxin on the d-Low

Baggies on that green dose

And that cash is all that we know

Fashions all to flashing like an asterisk on these negros

Sadly that's a habit all this dirty moneys on clean clothes

Shorts are muddy bought weeks old

Sort of funny how we flow

Flirt with hunnys that squeeze slow

Work the blunt till that steams slow

Alex just got tatted asking how hell paint his teeth gold

It's that power to the people

Hours tick for zeros

Sour from these flowers

Have my bowser mode on cheat codes

Decoured all the towers that empower all my weak foes

Your team is on a crowd and Ik nee deep with my amigos

Shoutout my nigga Kiko

My homie Cody fiends though

Im overstressed god damn

And im overdressed

Alls to say is I'm under rated

Running hot sands

On my palm stand

And ain't broke a sweat

Got fans

Just know who's next

You Pop bands

I just hold the checks

Its a no to spend

I just go invest

Then

As I wait a minute

Then I go collect

And you can't overdome

On looseleafs got that uzi

Pop Blue stings with that blue ink

I just shoot squeeze on your new beat

As you see we them new kings

Moved in to consuming

All the fruits

Youve been producing

Sad for you I see your losing

Nigga