[Intro]

Yeah, aight

Mm-mmm

Aight

Mm-mmm, aight, aight

(Ayy, Tony)

[Verse]

Somewhere on the map

Probably somewhere out the mix

I'm on the baseball bats, bitch, I'm in a dirty mitt

Sprite Cherry, make it dark-skinned, would've thought I poured a six

Would've thought, I could've thought, but if I could, I probably did

I done woke up out a juice coma, took another sip

Like my cup fucked up

Can't love a dirty birdy, where I'm from, we call them legs

And I ain't worried 'bout no backdoor, front door, nothin'

And I'm only twenty somethin'

Tryna make it to my thirties, be damned if a nigga crush me

Keep a pipe of iron biscuits

Keep a glove in a glovebox

And glovе box in a nigga

I be in them cars more than cеnter consoles is

I been in the game

I ain't into consoles, my nigga

I don't need a record label just to sponsor my livin'

I been down the street

Hand-to-hand how I get it

'Cause I can't be a nigga with his hands out, ya hear me?

Workin' while I'm young, I can't be sixty, need assistance

Tryna get us all paid, I need a bigger system for

Mansion by the beach in force

Ferraris, need at least four

It's bought, it's not a lease

I got it off the distro

[Outro]

Ah

Bitch, I swear to God

I'ma do it

Bitch, ooh-woo, ooh

I'ma do it one of these days, boy

Ah