(Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Yeah 6ix, this sound so good, bruh Hahaha, ADÉ (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Look I thank God on the day today on these songs that slave away Moms always used to tell me God's gonna make a way It's true Now it's Crypto.com where the Lakers play Treatin' niggas [?] like LeBron on a breakaway The oop off the glass, kiss my ass in this Bathing Ape The loot coming fast, use the cash as a paper weight The crew coming next, know my ex gon' be choking up The suicide soon as them suicides get opened up I don't wish death on no man, I throw hands But niggas trip so the blick in both hands Got plans, can't afford to take no chance For my kids, they parent trappin' that low hand A whole man, I throw stones and show hands If you just talking the limit then you a phone plan How your service? Hello, can you hear me now? You gon' need some data 'cause these haters nowhere near me now I don't do a [?] tell [?] that they [?] tear me down [?] style draw the fake smiles, [?] your [?] out Hoodie St. Michael, I promise this ain't spiteful Took advantage of my shot, we all got the same rifle, nigga