[Intro]

Ayy, free my members, free all of 'em

Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy

That's how that shit go, though, we gon'—

We gon' steady keep runnin' to them racks

Keep makin' these niggas mad

Make these niggas feel this shit every time we do somethin'

These niggas— These niggas be fucked up out here

[Chorus]

Ayy, I'm laid back in my own lane

I got niggas mad as a ho 'cuz I jumped in the game and spit propane

He better run when I let the 4-0 bang

Bro in the cell said no names

Stay down in the 4, wherе I'm from, bitch, it's gon' rain

I done got scarred, I can feel me somе more pain

Gon' sign a deal, bust it down with the whole gang

Ayy, ayy, my lil' bro and 'em on criminal time

Niggas hoes, I ain't feelin' them guys

Come and spark and get rid of them guys

Out the love, I can get 'em to slide

Know they fake, I can feel out the vibe

They ain't 'round, I ain't gotta remind it

Play 'em close, but I know they ain't silent

Louis bag, put a bag inside it

[Verse 1]

Ayy, I went, hit the block at, like, fifteen

I was just a young nigga with big dreams

Roddy Ricch, I was tryna go get cream

Me and Crank tryna see what the lick read

I had to take a few losses, I'm okay

Niggas hating on niggas, that's so gay

I get pot and won't stir you the wrong way

Walked through and I'm smoother than Olay

I can't front a nigga shit, he gon' run off

I'll die 'fore I ever take somethin' off

4 Nick hit his top, bet it come off

After twelve, all silent and guns off

Now I walk on the stage, bitches screaming

And all of my partners, they still on commando

Hellcat, wrap it up with some camo

Gun store, we don't run out of ammo

Gotta go do the show if the price right

She gon' fuck me and suck me, it's night-night

And she know I got something she might like

Take her home and I beat it, Fight Night

I'm a vet, bitch, I'm far from a new dude

Really having more clips than YouTube

I ain't even blew yet 'cause it's too soon

How the fuck niggas sleepin'? That's too rude

[Chorus]

Ayy, I'm laid back in my own lane

I got niggas mad as a ho 'cuz I jumped in the game and spit propane

He better run when I let the 4-0 bang

Bro in the cell said no names

Stay down in the 4, where I'm from, bitch, it's gon' rain

I done got scarred, I can feel me some more pain

Gon' sign a deal, bust it down with the whole gang

Ayy, ayy, my lil' bro and 'em on criminal time

Niggas hoes, I ain't feelin' them guys

Come and spark and get rid of them guys

Out the love, I can get 'em to slide

Know they fake, I can feel out the vibe

They ain't 'round, I ain't gotta remind it

Play 'em close, but I know they ain't silent

Louis bag, put a bag inside it

[Verse 2]

Don't let a nigga convince you can't

I'ma take all my shit to the bank

When you real, gotta look for the fake

Made a promise to mama, I'm great

And to all of my people, we straight

I will never stop chasin' ciabatta

Tryna slide, should of came with a doctor

Quick to shoot, I was made for the drama

Big Glock, bitch, I came for the problems

All on, I ain't takin' advice

Life a gamble, I'm shakin' the dice

Lose your head tryna reach for this ice

Remember way back when we got kicked out?

Tryna beef off of hoes, you tripped out

I be still thankin' God I got picked out

Glock .19 with thirty, it stick out

Sticks out, make the opps go vacate

Shell catches, we hit 'em with trey eight

In the red zone, still tryna play safe

I done came here from nothin' to great cake

Stick 'em up, make 'em dance, Nae Nae

Tryna slide on a nigga like playin' Skate

On the block like Craig and Day Day

Love all my partners, I tell 'em to stay safe

[Chorus]

Ayy, I'm laid back in my own lane

I got niggas mad as a ho 'cuz I jumped in the game and spit propane

He better run when I let the 4-0 bang

Bro in the cell said no names

Stay down in the 4, where I'm from, bitch, it's gon' rain

I done got scarred, I can feel me some more pain

Gon' sign a deal, bust it down with the whole gang

Ayy, ayy, my lil' bro and 'em on criminal time

Niggas hoes, I ain't feelin' them guys

Come and spark and get rid of them guys

Out the love, I can get 'em to slide

Know they fake, I can feel out the vibe

They ain't 'round, I ain't gotta remind it

Play 'em close, but I know they ain't silent

Louis bag, put a bag inside it

[Outro]

Put a bag in it (Huh? Huh? Huh?)

I put a bag in it (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)

Put a bag in it (Huh? Huh? Huh? Ayy, ayy)

Bitch, I put a bag in it

I'm from the 4 and I came with it

Got a Louis V duffel with cash in it