Ha

Simple I chase for my way

Their from a side

We can never relate

2 in a Q had to a cut

From a briz can't glide

Same time I got money to make

Their tryna take both

My eyes from the goal

Could of been years thank

God for parole

Pedalling back then draws

Keep sellin em till

I got racks to the point

It don’t fold

Melanin dark skin tats

And feminine lookin 10/10

Yet again uno

Levelling up tryna

Leave scenes nuts

No lord of the mics

When my bro reloads

One ting go bow

Other ting go sho

Tryna bring the ting

Through anywhеre I go

Tryna get high

For the pricе of the low

Tryna get fly

For the uh for the hoes

Bro spent 5 on a uh for a coat

Just to rock shit

Once cus it’s the code

I ain't play no games

I'm trapped with the O's

That's doing 10 tens

Ding dongs on the road

Thats 4 by 4 just skeetin up

I'm wheelin it up no meanin to us

I'll crash this fuck

Try callin my bluff

Den

Bow bow bow bow

Ay

Smoke

Crash man Super Mario Bro

Pac-man i ain't tryna be ghost

Lack fam turn Doja pack

I got Doja packs

Just land in the ends uno

No one runs ends like we

Zodiac packs all over the globe

Millions soon in the bank

Million ways you can never be man

Tek mans gyal

Ain’t part of the plan

Same way these jakes

Weren't part of the plan

But they get in the way once

They know who I am

Packs up in camper vans

One wrong move den

I might hit can

Flyin thru T gotta sale in sands

Gotta buck LB soon

The pack just lands

Simple I chase for my way

Their from a side

We can never relate

2 in a Q had to a cut

From a briz can't glide

Same time I got money to make

Their tryna take both

My eyes from the goal

Could of been years

Thank God for parole

Pedalling back then draws

Keep sellin em till

I got racks

To the point it don’t fold

Melanin dark skin tats

And feminine lookin 10/10

Yet again uno

Levelling up tryna

Leave scenes nuts

No lord of the mics

When my bro reloads

One ting go bow

Other ting go sho

Tryna bring the ting

Through anywhere I go

Tryna get high

For the price of the low

Tryna get fly for the uh

For the hoes

They ain’t built lines

Just stayed at the flats

Took snap of the crib

No bando mashed

Tryna jump on road

Don’t know to react

When the packs get grabbed

And your YG dash

Tellin em proud

U ain’t made no bands

VVS on the wrist VVS on my hands

But first thing first

Reload in the trap

That stack look fatter

Then Cardi back

Bringing it back

Like Digga and Tracey

Wycnarm boy see

The hoodlums raise me

Baby boy

Still double tap cah

Her bum look good

In the dress amaze me

Bringing the zips right

Thru start billing it

Bricks of snow get

The ying start chinging it

MOT just failed

And its got no tax

But I’m still

On the backroad winging it

Simple I chase for my way

Their from a side

We can never relate

2 in a Q had to a cut

From a briz can't glide

Same time I got money to make

Their tryna take both

My eyes from the goal

Could of been years

Thank God for parole

Pedalling back then draws

Keep sellin em till

I got racks to the point

It don’t fold

Melanin dark skin tats

And feminine lookin 10/10

Yet again uno

Levelling up tryna

Leave scenes nuts

No lord of the mics

When my bro reloads

One ting go bow

Other ting go sho

Tryna bring the ting

Through anywhere I go

Tryna get high

For the price of the low

Tryna get fly

For the uh for the hoes