Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Pull up in the wraith You might see me with bae I put bags in the safe Now I run outta space Put my dick in her mouth Tell me how does it taste 500 grams of the flake That's a half of a cake Yeah, Yeah Spend your re-up on some shoes Lamborghini coupe All my niggas looking for him Like it's Mr Who I got lean in my cup Have a sip you might faint You getting thousands like me What you gonna do Girl you the realist A little hood reminding me where I'm from Back to the trenches Watch you wishin' go send this in the sky, yeah Full stop that's a dot on you but it's mine Bando baby 29, yeah that's my guy Me and LB fucked the same hoes at different times, times Put him on headlines, lines