Yo, Silo killed this shit Hop in a Wraith, baby let's go race I like the designer, that's all my taste Like them blue hunnids, like them faces Momma told me that I'm finna go places Been getting money on a day to day basis 'Bout to go cop me a new baby bracelet Might go cop the new damn PlayStation Take a little trip, might go on vacation, yeah She liking my flow, I told her, "Already know" They told me that I'm finna blow, I'm fin' be a G.O.A.T I hop in a Wraith then I spin it, you already know I'ma go ghost Record in my room, you know I've been making them tunes I get in my car and I zoom, my legs got some room Went to the money like gimme it, like bringing a [?] I ain't gonna play, no I ain't gon' do that Feel like [?], 'cause my bro gonna shoot that Not from the A, but I'm gettin some A's And I'm not a banger, but I'm getting banged Boy, you will lose it don't care what you say I move as a unit, I move as a team I'm smokin' on gas and that shit really stink Don't care what you talk about or what you think And you do not do what I do You didn't come up with your mo'fuckin crew You didn't make [?], you turned into the true You don't got a shawty, you don't got a boo You messin' with mines then I gotta go shoot You talkin' that shit so we pull up, you mute My momma told me never play with my food But this shit is fun, so I gotta go do what I do (Yo, Silo killed this shit) Do you wanna let me know, know Bitch I'm ready, I'm on go, go Light that chopper, let it blow, blow If you talkin' on my bros, bros People tryna steal my flow, flow People tryna wear my clothes, clothes Do not think that we is close, close Pullin' off in a new four door I'm gonna go hit the road Spittin' that shit, know I never go slow You sealin' your fate, yeah that's murder you wrote I'm doin' this shit, I like it, I chose Not ready for all the shit I got in store They wanted some songs, so I'm droppin' some more We run in his house, so we kick in his door Don't know what to wear, got my Raf on the floor I been making bank and I can't even vote This shit feel like it's a fuckin' drag Said I'd blow, then noticed what it meant Stay with my gang, stay with my damn TEC Said I'd do this shit by any means Put on for my fuckin' family, my city When I get in the studio, I'm talking [?] I only want hundreds, I only want fifties Can't wait to start touring, being up in your cities Your girl said I'm cute and she said that I'm pretty I know that you mad, boy I know that you shitty Send you to the moon like my name fucking Rigby Cannot catch up, no this shit is not frisbee Been under pressure, can't seem to catch up You know you messed up, don't wan' confess that You're the one that's at fault, you put us through this all So fuck your texts and calls, don't wanna see you at all Hop in a Wraith, baby let's go race I like the designer, that's all my taste Like them blue hunnids, like them faces Momma told me that I'm finna go places Been getting money on a day to day basis 'Bout to go cop me a new baby bracelet Might go cop the new damn PlayStation Take a little trip, might go on vacation, yeah She liking my flow, I told her, "Already know" They told me that I'm finna blow, I'm fin' be a G.O.A.T I hop in a Wraith then I spin it, you already know I'ma go ghost Record in my room, you know I've been making them tunes I get in my car and I zoom, my legs got some room Went to the money like gimme it, like bringing a [?]