[Intro]

YBonDaBeat

[Chorus]

Every day, it's a new obstacle

I'm tryna fly to the islands, the tropical

She ate the dick, suck it up like a popsicle

Coupe s550, hop out the audible

We got so many sticks, you would think it's impossible

We made a sin on they block, it was horrible

So many racks, I got stacks 'cause I'm logical

At the top, gotta wait with me, bitch, I'm unstoppable

You can't fuck with this drip, bitch, this new Cartier

Situations don't matter, we shoot everywhere

You ain't sendin' them shots, nigga shoot in the air

I just rocked out the show with Off-White and Moncler

Twenty bands, get 'em gone in the blink of an eye

No, I can't say too much but that pressure applied

They mistake me for bad and I'm wondering why

Tryna get to the top, we stuck under the sky

[Verse]

Every day I'm tryna hit shit

We got them choppers, lil' nigga, that big shit

And I'm cocky, got bitches, lil' nigga, I'm big lit

In the trap, it's Draco and Big T, they got big hits

Put the pot on the stove, beat the bowl with my wrist quick

'Member back in the day, bitches wasn't on this dick

Now my pockets got swole and lil' nigga, I'm big rich

I was down, I was broke, had to make me a big switch

I'ma keep breaking the bank 'til the day that I die

I been goin' through shit so that's why I be high

We got cutters, gon' spark like it's Fourth of July

What's the use of that bitch if she ain't gon' supply?

And the doors of the whip open up like it fly

I'ma cool on the opp if them niggas gon' hide

We gon' bool on the block until it's time to slide

What's the use of them choppers if you ain't gon' ride?

And we don't do new niggas, it don't matter 'bout who it is

I remember them nights when I thought I was through with this

Four pockets full, I bet you wouldn't know what to do with this

I'ma send me a hit, nigga, I ain't gon' send a diss

12 hit the block, kicked the trap, yeah, they sent a blitz

Up the pole with the grip, hollow gave him a big kiss

You ain't holding me up from the check, gotta get the chips

Spin on the rip, poppin' out and we hittin' shit

[Chorus]

Every day, it's a new obstacle

I'm tryna fly to the islands, the tropical

She ate the dick, suck it up like a popsicle

Coupe s550, hop out the audible

We got so many sticks, you would think it's impossible

We made a sin on they block, it was horrible

So many racks, I got stacks 'cause I'm logical

At the top, gotta wait with me, bitch, I'm unstoppable

You can't fuck with this drip, bitch, this new Cartier

Situations don't matter, we shoot everywhere

You ain't sendin' them shots, nigga shoot in the air

I just rocked out the show with Off-White and Moncler

Twenty bands, get 'em gone in the blink of an eye

No, I can't say too much but that pressure applied

They mistake me for bad and I'm wondering why

Tryna get to the top, we stuck under the sky

[Outro]

Every day, it's a new obstacle