Man, i'm tired of people saying my tracks are not lit enough and shit

This is fucking ULG., 2k17, pilot fucking trace

Let's fucking get it, gang, you all bitches

High flying, sky diving

Opened up my third iris

Fuck 12, they never see me

Life a game and it ain't easy

Doing dirt, so greasy

I think I might need a cleaning

These hoes can't play no games

Ballin' hard like 2k

Out my way, out my lane

Self employed and self made

Damn

I'm feeling this shit

That's the reason why I killed it

That's the reason why i'm in the building

That's the reason you in yo feelings

Ay

Fuck the place where you stay

Spin a track like beyblades

Take my wealth to the grave

Fuck whoever you co-sign

All you do is waste my time

Can't you see i'm on my grind

Make money, cut ties

Burn bridges, count digits

My only goal is to fuck bitches

Mess around and get stitches

I'll be there in a minute

Round shades, cross fade

Hoes thirsty need gatorade

ULG., no better gang

Purple team we here to stay

Gang