[Verse 1: Travis Thompson]

Okay, I'm doing pretty good as far as geniuses go

Upper left to my death, but I'm getting cream on each coast

I mean, I reap what I sow, I'll probably smoke 'fore I eat

I'm off the bean in my home and I'll probably **** 'fore I sleep

It's a couple hatin' from a local LA fitness, sleeved up

Mad they dreams ain't working, so they try to hate on me, what?

If I was y'all, I wouldn't broadcast my business

I got paper, work my job 'cause Twitter ain't where my business is

I had holes in my shirt from ripping sensors, my mama stressing

Now I fly to Manhattan office, get blessed with whole collections

It's a new game

And they're starting the feeling, my old friends

Your budget resemble my loose change

My boot-chain all fucked up, y'all new prey

I'm next up, bitch, you late, recap my past six

Tyler bought a beam and a Rollie, a brand new mattress

I bought a bunch of drugs and I really haven't looked back since

Y'all past-tense, I'm staff-picked

Don't blast us, we're average

Your wack shit like cappin', I'm good

Just watch and take notes, imagine you could

I put stats on my books, I'm like, "That's what it took?"

I need Am Walks for Ambaum, I'm papped to my hood

And that's facts 'til the day over, I pray that you stay with us

Did Sway with a hangover, we used to sell painkillers

I'm way different, I'm way different

I make pictures, I'm way different

[Chorus: Travis Thompson]

Said ride, grinning wide with my feet up

Down the 509, rolling weed up, mobbin'

Do a little much, I need to ease up

You could gun it, I'ma run it, couldn't keep up, mobbin'

Ride, grinning wide with my feet up

Down the 509, rolling weed up, mobbin'

Do a little much, I need to ease up

You could gun it, I'ma run it, couldn't keep up, mobbin'

[Verse 2: Lazā]

Running, checking my Adidas, they say adios

I'm the shit, I guess my potty is a pot of gold

Know a couple movin' weight just like they popular

Know a couple moving snake, you see my line is more

Can't make you no promise

I need the top of my roof as a topic

'Cause it could go missing in traffic

Whether I spin it, to flip it

To make it, make it, make it back as a prophet

Put it on mamas and papi

Laughin' 'cause I got some options

Moves are black, I feel it back

I swerve through lanes, I'm cape-done

Need bank like K all caked up

Don't play like J, K made off

Can't save her, no, you can't save her

[Chorus: Travis Thompson]

Said ride, grinning wide with my feet up

Down the 509, rolling weed up, mobbin'

Do a little much, I need to ease up

You could gun it, I'ma run it, couldn't keep up, mobbin'

Ride, grinning wide with my feet up

Down the 509, rolling weed up, mobbin'

Do a little much, I need to ease up

You could gun it, I'ma run it, couldn't keep up, mobbin'

[Outro: Travis Thompson]

Mobbin'