Haha, alright
Burr, nah, nah, hell nah, lil' twin
That's Gucci, we gon' go (Brrt)
Alright, alright, brrt
Uh, come on
Uh, alright, okay, alright, okay
Uh, alright, okay
Uh, okay (Hoodrich)
Alright, okay, alright, okay (Hoodrich)
Alright, okay, alright
Alright, okay, alright, okay, alright, okay
All-white tracksuit, dope boy with the Kangol
Step out fresh as fuck, I can't stop saggin', that's that bankroll
Still a young nigga, pull up SRT Durango
He trippin', think I'm slippin', 30 got Drac' in the raincoat
I ain't with that cliquin', we'll stay down, I'm with the same bros
I'm from Atlanta, this shit small, we hit the same ho
Got this bitch beatin', his shit ain't boomin', I think his trap closed
Been sittin' on that work for a while, still got the same 'bow
Alright, okay, I guess he lackin' clientele
I'm gettin' all these bags like a fat bitch eat the meat off the rib
I got aim and plus an OD soul, punch the teeth out your grill
That 40 Gang, stand by them right or wrong, I'm somethin' like Brian Steel
I get that dot, bet they pull up, jump out, and overkill
Two niggas post up drinkin' Sprite, 30 shoot both of them
Hope he don't run up, think it's sweet, he catch one to the belly
Better not be outside after dark, chase him with a machete
All-white tracksuit, dope boy with the Kangol
Step out fresh as fuck, I can't stop saggin', that's that bankroll
Still a young nigga, pull up SRT Durango
He trippin', think I'm slippin', 30 got Drac' in the raincoat
I ain't with that cliquin', we'll stay down, I'm with the same bros
I'm from Atlanta, this shit small, we hit the same ho
Got this bitch beatin', his shit ain't boomin', I think his trap closed (Ah, ah)
Been sittin' on that work for a while, still got the same 'bow (Ah, ah, slatt)
BK tryna bounce out with no shirt, nigga, put your clothes on
You lackin' while it's crackin' with no traffic, boy, better beat your toes
(Baow, baow, better beat your toes, bitch, better beat your toes, bitch, better beat your toes, bitch, better beat your)
How in the hell is you street when you bit the cheese? The fuck? Did your forget the code?
At one of my shows, I was gon' fuck up a fan 'cause I ain't like how he approached (Ah, ah)
Don't tell me that you been a fan if you wasn't there when I rapped on the phone (Ah, ah, ah)
You can't be my bitch and like no rappers, ho, stop singin' the songs (Ah, ah, ah)
I don't wanna hear no rhyme come out your mouth if it's not shit I wrote
I swear I'm not no narcissist, bitch, I'm the captain of this boat (Okay, okay, slatt, baow)
I'm just tryna change my life around and keep my nose clean (Slatt)
Not tryna get into no more bullshit, no more X and no more lean (None of that)
She keep talkin' about my walk, she asked why the fuck I drag my feet
Bitch, mind your business, I got a fat-ass KRISS Vec' by my meat (Bitch)
All-white tracksuit, dope boy with the Kangol
Step out fresh as fuck, I can't stop saggin', that's that bankroll
Still a young nigga, pull up SRT Durango
He trippin', think I'm slippin', 30 got Drac' in the raincoat
I ain't with that cliquin', we'll stay down, I'm with the same bros
I'm from Atlanta, this shit small, we hit the same ho
Got this bitch beatin', his shit ain't boomin', I think his trap closed
Been sittin' on that work for a while, still got the same 'bow
Uh, alright, okay, alright, okay
Uh, alright, okay
Uh, okay
