(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Tay Keith, this too hard Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy (Run that back, Turbo) I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides We get M's in by the shoe size I don’t fuck with y'all

Know what I'm sayin' Get jealous of a nigga or something tryin' to Check it out, whole lot of jewelry Trying to surpass me My time nigga Clams Casino, nigga Don't do all that talking nigga

You don't have to call 'Cause I'ma be alright tonight It's okay girl True playa fo' real, ask my nigga Pharrell uh You were my girl Thought the world of you Gonna boogie tonight 'Cause I'm honestly too young of a guy To stay home

Oh my God, oh my God If I die, I'm a legend When I pull up on a nigga Tell that nigga, "Back, back" I'm too good with these words Watch a nigga backtrack It's too late for my city I'm the youngest nigga reppin' They can't live this long

I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that) (I'm too lowkey for that) Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah Tryna show the hoes the cash flow My foot is on the gas though (I'm not too lowkey for that) What's up? What it do? What's up? What it do? It's all dope,

Up the ladder of success with tecs we build and destroy Still shinin', still climbin Still shinin', still climbin, check this out Son We shot the motherfuckin pack yo Yo to all my niggaz uncivilized to civilized We cook the shake move the weight across

This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah) Jets fly private, nigga S5 hybrid, baby test drive my whip This is my motherfucking life S-l-a u-g-h t-e-r-h-o-u-s-e Yes we are the best in the biz The west in the bitch This eastside money over coochie

Money in your palm don't make you real Pistol in your hand don't make you real Niggas been countin' me out I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how

I'm a real nigga homie tote six figures only Gotta pistol you don't want it boy you know what it is I'm way flyer my pays way higher If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is Ain't about drama you don't want no problems I'll up that Llama boy you