[Intro]

Khris James, what the fuck?

[Chorus]

Look, I make a lil' move, then I make a lil' bread, then head to the spot

And I'm floating in the coupe, nigga ridin' through the bottom in an all black drop

Man, this shit don't stop

I can sit in the booth all day 'til I rot

Welcome me to the top

Thirty stick up under the Glock

I'm turned up, and the Scatpack don't got no seatbelt

I swear to God, soon as you book me, I'ma be there

I'm goin' hard, I'm goin' ape, bitch, I'm goin' T-Rex

He actin' bad, get popped in the face, that's just my reflex

[Verse]

I remember them days, just a young nigga sittin' on Vevo

Now I'm chasin' that bag, this for me and all my kinfolk

Now I done got 'em mad, I switched it up, I changed the tempo

I just wanna run that shit so extra like a limo

I be coolin', I stood in the bottom

Was down on my ass, I done ran up my sack

Was gettin' that pack, now I'm rappin'

I get to the 'yo and I'm flashin' on all of my tracks

Put the hood on my back

I'm slangin' this bitch with the thirty up under like I'm slangin' crack

Got the club for the tools, the fiends come up on the porch

Tryna see if we know where they at

I done met up with most of the plug

Movin' slow, I got full of them drugs

All my niggas, we straight out the mud

Count my bread 'fore I get me a tour

I just be workin', I got too many brothers

I gotta get that for my bros

I just been coolin', bae look in the DM

And she findin' multiple hoes

I really be workin', I'm way out of state, I can't even be home for too long

This shit really crazy, I get to the 'yo and I'm cookin' up multiple songs

I'm tellin' the truth while I vibe in the booth, I just wanna be left all alone

I sit in a daze, I don't gotta write, all the sauce comin' straight from the dome

[Chorus]

Look, I make a lil' move, then I make a lil' bread, then head to the spot

And I'm floating in the coupe, nigga ridin' through the bottom in an all black drop

Man, this shit don't stop

I can sit in the booth all day 'til I rot

Welcome me to the top

Thirty stick up under the Glock

I'm turned up, and the Scatpack don't got no seatbelt

I swear to God, soon as you book me, I'ma be there

I'm goin' hard, I'm goin' ape, bitch, I'm goin' T-Rex

He actin' bad, get popped in the face, that's just my reflex

[Outro]

Hop out to perform, I tuck the heat, hope they don't fuck with me

Watchin' how the crowd turn up with me, they know what up with me

Saucin' on the beat like back to back, this shit like A to B

I'm chasin' that guap, me and my burner, this bitch stay with me