[Intro]
(Ay BG, run that back)
[Chorus: JS]
I told bro there's jakes in the rear-view
Never say less, just fling it in S
Foot down till he can't look down
Four pipes, should hear how it revs
Stay ready, ain't gotta get ready
Just come test me and I'll pass that test
Bro called me for the belly
Say less, man's ready
Bally up let's step
I told bro there's jakes in the rear-view
Never say less, just fling it in S
Foot down till he can't look down
Four pipes, should hear how it revs
Stay ready, ain't gotta get ready
Just come test me and I'll pass that test
Bro called me for the belly
Say less, man's ready
Bally up let's step
[Verse 1: YD]
Yo, yo
I make cash when I talk it's a habit
Rick Owens, my feet and my jacket
In my trap, yeah I work with the magic
Cause a scene when I shop, I do damage
She got a whole lot of a weight I can manage
In my bag in my craft, I'm a savage
16, fifth on a pound, man's slanging
I'm young and I'm lit and I'm paid off rapping
[Verse 2: JS]
Yo, Look
Tints in the wag, cruising
They say that they're winning, but really they're losing
I swear man, it's getting confusing
In my own lane so I keep it moving
I don't have a point to be proving
Man run up on me and you're holding a wounding
Jakes on the main road snooping
Back road, cut thru
Next route, mans choosing
[Chorus: JS]
I told bro there's jakes in the rear-view
Never say less, just fling it in S
Foot down till he can't look down
Four pipes, should hear how it revs
Stay ready, ain't gotta get ready
Just come test me and I'll pass that test
Bro called me for the belly
Say less, man's ready
Bally up let's step
[Verse 3: YD]
Yo, Bud in my pouch, out and about
We ever have loud, we don't know about drought
Fuck a bad b anytime no doubt
They're calling my name, they're dying for clout
If I've got the bally, I'm lit
If I've got the strally, I'm letting it rip
Niggas talk, but they ain't on piss
I still walk with my blade on hip
[Verse 4: JS]
Look, I just hit a lick, lay low
They're not blendy, I see through the plain clothes
I'm tryna' stack high notes like JLo
Slab a hashish and it looks like playdough
Hit shots on the block and I don't give a toss for the prof
Don't care if it's fuego
Imports came from San Diego
Vacuum sealed and it come brand nuevo
[Chorus: JS]
I told bro there's jakes in the rear-view
Never say less, just fling it in S
Foot down till he can't look down
Four pipes, should hear how it revs
Stay ready, ain't gotta get ready
Just come test me and I'll pass that test
Bro called me for the belly
Say less, man's ready
Bally up let's step
[Outro]
(Ay BG, run that back)