(Let the band play) Still in a warzone Wide body parked outside, [?] Nigga ran through three deals and I just started Jewelry, already got more on RR chain just to put on Let me in the game, know these rappers gotta get long All the hard lookin', nigga, what you on? I ain't cocky usually, money been long Slidin', gettin' paper, I ain't dodgin' potholes Richest youngin in my city, Big KATO Doin' everything but shootin' out the car, though Both of my wrists flooded, next my ho Hit the lot, get straight coupe for the bros But I know they understand I gotta get more All these chains got me feelin' like Django Pull up Rolls-Royce, nigga, no Range Rover Big body make 'em get low, uh Kill all the opps and we smoke 'em, yeah Semis and switches, we tote 'em, yeah Knock 'em all down, we bowlin', yeah I'm the lil' nigga, they knows it now I was layin' back, just holdin' out We see 'em 'round, we make 'em reroute Fifty racks in ice'll make 'em get out I just be puttin' the opps in the ground This rap shit easy just like doin' nouns I hit the gas just to hear the bitch growl Pull off the lot with zero miles And I cashed out, I ain't put shit down [?] how the fuck you sound Type we shoot make a nigga [?] J.G. Wentworth, I need it now Shit lit on my neck, I can't put it out Got ice on my neck and my wrist and my mouth You see the bling, but I'm tuckin' the blaow You know these niggas know how we get down Niggas ain't shootin' they be savin' they rounds Bitches ain't shit, I just fuck in they mouth You see a cup, then I'm in the clouds Smokin' opp pack, I ain't comin' down I'm too turnt, they like, "Calm down" I make the baddest bitches walk a mile Lightskin [?], she got style Get in the cat and make it meow Hit from the back and pull her weave out I'll get it fixed, baby, don't pout Really young and turnt, baby, no doubt I ain't goin' in if I ain't got the strap Still in a warzone Wide body parked outside, [?] Nigga ran through three deals and I just started Jewelry, already got more on RR chain just to put on Let me in the game, know these rappers gotta get long All the hard lookin', nigga, what you on? I ain't cocky usually, money been long Slidin', gettin' paper, I ain't dodgin' potholes Richest youngin in my city, Big KATO Doin' everything but shootin' out the car, though Both of my wrists flooded, next my ho Hit the lot, get straight coupe for the bros But I know they understand I gotta get more All these chains got me feelin' like Django Pull up Rolls-Royce, nigga, no Range Rover Big body make 'em get low, uh Kill all the opps and we smoke 'em, yeah Semis and switches, we tote 'em, yeah Knock 'em all down, we bowlin', yeah I'm the lil' nigga, they knows it now I was layin' back, just holdin' out We see 'em 'round, we make 'em reroute Fifty racks in ice'll make 'em get out Yeah, yeah Ice'll make 'em get out, huh [?], yeah Niggas know what I'm about, yeah Niggas know what we about, yeah We ain't goin' in if we ain't strapped, yeah She wanna fuck in the house, yeah She wanna fuck in the house, yeah I let her fuck in the car, yeah Opp pack, I don't smoke 'za, yeah Try to run, he ain't get far, yeah Turn a nigga ass to a bar, yeah Yeah, put in a nigga ass in the bar Now his mama cryin' like ha, yeah Hahaha