Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain What's really butter? Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me They gon' have to take me straight

2018, it came with auto-park Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemar Never leave my niggas, I love all of y'all Takin' all these drugs like I'm a rockstar Hi-Tech and that Act, I don't drink Wockhardt I didn't have a car, I used to walk far Now I'm standing

I ain't playing with these niggas I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these niggas Has he got enough money to spend? Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown Leave? No. He's to and from, he doesn't like it when the girls go Know

Baby you fix me I'd be crazy baby, lost forever Blowin' around in stormy weather Like a bunch of dead leaves I'd be a boarded up house on a dead end street Old Chevy on blocks, leakin' gasoline Oh it ain't hard to see Broke down is where I'd be

I know that we the new slaves I see the blood on the leaves You see there's leaders and there's followers But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower Y'all niggas can't fuck with Ye My momma was raised in the era when Clean water was only served to the

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas 'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now We could've been somebody And came out of your body And came out of our body Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Blood on the leaves I just need to

You said I wouldn't get to far on a tank of gas and an empty heart But I got everything I'll ever need I got this old guitar and a brand new set of strings And I'll grab the wheel and I'll point it west Pack the good and leave the rest I bet this road

Don't wanna prove you wrong but shit you leave me with no option, yeah yeah Baby wanna get in this S-Class, little mama she just wanna go fast You know baby you don't get a free pass, so I told her: ass, gas or grass Rolex with the diamonds keep me

Smoke it out Don't let em get me Here we go! Pack your bags we gotta leave this town for good Don't complain, I've never done these things before Flashing lights in the rearview, hit the gas If one things for sure- I will be going fast! Step on the gas

On a real nigga, I’m a real nigga When we bang, bye Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai I run around with them real niggas Got real sons, I need a real sitter When I leave niggas, they get real bitter I’mma run around with them real niggas Pop pills, now we