And I was just playin' I was just playin', man (YBS Boys) I done overdrank my cup, now the time warping Why you parkin' on my block? You will get fined for it I'm with ten hoes, five hoodrats, and five foreigns Might just drop a DSM Jet so we could fly corporate I had to block my bitch, all that toxic shit You see my chain is on some pop, lock, and drop it shit All them buttons in the UFO, it's a Glock and shit The way I drive the whip, must've forgot that the cops exist Third-degree black belt how I chop a brick One more single dollar bill, I bet my pockets rip Huh, I need some juice, not that Jamba shit Fuzz say it takes a thousand pots to unlock his wrist I can't fake a vibe, you would probably never see me You would probably never reach me, I be DND'ing Touchdown and cash a crib OT, don't BnB it You go fuck the flow up, don't even jinx it Boom, they ain't even see us breachin' This that futuristic drip, they ain't peep the season Millionare, still might catch me eatin' pizza Millionare off rap, but I'm still thinkin' visa You would think I had to slide to go in, this my card Outta line for my good before I'm goin' with my heart My white boy don't like tobacco, so he blowin' on a card Mike Amiri cool and all, but I throw on the ARKS It look like a car washer, get to blowin' at the V I'm just rollin' up my weed, leave me 'lone, I'm where I'm 'pposed to be If I left a hunnid racks around, you even stole a G If I left a hunnid pints around, you even to stolen a three I lost my Perky in the V, I almost broke the seats All that dick-bitin', boy, you gettin' broke yo' teeth Fuck the opps, I hope they get the urge to smoke some weed You ain't know how much a brick weighs? Bro just broke the sink My bitch broke the scale, she tryna overdo the head Bitch done broke her neck, the hound broke out jail You would come deer ankles, I would go oxtails I got this weird anger built up, I popped a ten Name a whip, I can buy it, pull up a crib on Zelle Swear to God, I can buy it, don't try it All left for us for Christmas is more violence His hoes got her titties out, at the show wildin' Front row with it, tie my Cubans together and jump rope with 'em Fuzz used them scissors on the backboard I think he used to also cut dope with 'em Fuck it though, I'm ridin' 'round with cut-throat killers Laced, the 'xotic hit like Mace Hashtag face, face, face, face This just where I stay, you know I came from outerspace How I end up in the A? I came from Outer Drive It's eleven-hour drive, you probably need a addy But I don't really need shit, don't even need the navi Just tell me where the fuck I'm goin', I'll see you there You got a long way to go, why you think you there? I ain't gon' lie, I'm mad, so just leave me alone Dogshit Militia, please don't make me go feed 'em a bone If I make it rain, ain't no seein' the floor Your ho can see a hunnid red lights, all she thinkin' is "Go, go, go, go, go Monkey on my back like Mojo Jojo I done sold whole dolo with four poles, please no photos This ain't alcohol, I take a four, go loco 2000's baby, I can't tell you 'bout the '90s OG ain't left the hood, he can't tell you 'bout no fly-in It gotta be instilled in you, I can't tell you 'bout no grind Tour time, tour time, tour time