Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Smack the shit outta him Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo' Reportin' live from the glo pad Gang in this bitch You know how we rockin , cut off stockings Kush in my pocket nigga,

Man I just wanna go flex Gold on my teeth and on my neck And I'm stone cold with the flex With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check Knowing all of this I'm just talking shit to the ones that'll listen I came with the heat man, I swear I'm never missing

Uh God uh you know what we gotta do son Why know what I'm sayin? Word up Make that millions fam No doubt, it's only there for the takings son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son We drunk all that shit hey yo 44th Side convention Queens

Mogul and they know that Logo on my floor mat Courtside Chamberlain throwback match my Rolex Everywhere I go, flex Vallet park on some loc shit Whole lot of smoke in that 'Rari, that thing potent Burning rubber, wearing cameras, they was undercovers

Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit

Niggas keep sayin they gon' heat me up Talkin that shit like they gon' lay me down But when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey What y'all fools know about

Make that ass drop (drop, drop) This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with Nothing's impossible And all you lame niggas show me what not to do I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you" I

Quarter million dollars all on my skin Tote this F&N like I got license Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' Jump off the tightrope, I'm tryna dive in Yeah, cook that shit up Quay Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks

All because I'm the lead singer of my band These chicks don't even know the name of my band But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands 'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man I don't know dude I think everyone's all jealous and shit

Fuck it all! fuck this world! Fuck everything that you stand for! Don't belong! don't exist! Don't give a shit! Don't ever judge me! I am the push that makes you move Over and over and under my skin Fuck you all! Running out of ways to run