[Intro]

Yo yo yo yo (Load all the money), yo son, you don't even know my style man

Back up off me son, word to mother

[Verse 1]

He said he know a nigga harder than me, boy, don't lie to me

I'm pass what you tryna be, and I wasn't even tryna be

I got niggas used to look up to me, they be tryna beef

I hope you don't try boy, we strapped just like Prada sneaks

Everyday I wake up, niggas tryna get some clout from me

He swear he fighting demons, but ain't never made a opp deceased

How the fuck you drippin', damn near all that shit you rocking cheap

Ion buy no bundles, 'cause my bitch she bad ain't got no weave

She beneficial, ride with me, spent yo check buyin' lean

You ignorant, you plot on me, I'll give you wings like Robin jeans

This bitch, she really tripping, tryna fuck me without toppin' me

We ballin' like the Pistons but we shooting for the Roxy team

[Interlude]

Yeah, 'til this day

[Verse 2]

You a little man, yeah brodie told me what you said

I'm the bigger man, take chart, then I get it in

You a gimmick man, real talk, you just Instagram

I can get the grams, white tan, they in the milligrams

I can send a man, all black, they'll strip a man

We secure the bag, secret stash in the minivan

I throw on a mask, gimme that, boy don't lift a hand

I just buss a juug, made 6 racks off a middle man

I could get you all off the boy, like I'm Killa Cam

Get like 20 jags, clear the names, do that shit again

[Interlude]

This fun, I should do this more often

[Verse 3]

Fake niggas shake hands, ain't no friend in me

This the fifth time I poured dark and it ain't Hennessey

He work at GM, but rap about the bag, OMG

I fucked his BM, he telling niggas that we enemies

I got a DM, a nigga said "Do you remember me?"

My cousin asked me "Did they find out who shot Lil Reese?"

How the fuck I'm 'posed to know?

On the Caddy dueces on the front, the back got 23s

Out in Cali, got a plug to show you money grow on trees

In the A, my niggas drivin' foreigns down to Sandy Springs

Why you staring? Cause the new McLaren look like it got wings

I'm so high, it look like I'm muggin', bitches say I'm mean

I just snuck the gun in the club, they ain't pat on me (Fah fah fah fah)

Tragedy, how the fuck is you a jackboy, you from Battle Creek?

You a peasant, I'm a King, I'm like Omri Casspi

Since we put him on the shelf, he been looking ashy

Let's see, who can get a M the fastest

I make, his bitch disappear like Casper

He want, his baby back like fat bastard

I won't, let up boy, I'm adding pressure

I play, with the boy, like Hugh Hefner

I hey, hey hey Fat Albert

[Outro]

Gang Gang Gang man brothers only, wavy navy

Ganger know what the fuck going on man

Free my nigga Peezy

You niggas wanna think like us

Wanna take our, but it's so hard (Oooh)

You niggas wanna be like Mike

You niggas wanna take our life

But it's so hard