I might go fuck up these bands (ayy) I do this shit 'cause I can (yeah) I just took care of my fam (ayy) Thought this was always the plan (yeah) I might go fly to Japan (ayy) Honolulu, get a tan (yeah) To the beach I don't bring sand (no) Thought that

Throw it back, yeah All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh 2-17 on the track, man Yeah, yeah, ooh Huh, yeah, huh, ayy

Only hunnids and fifties, please Green green wasabi (ayy) All this gold on my body (ayy) Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah) Only hunnids and fifties (yeah) Green green wasabi (yeah) Pullin' up in them cities (uhh) Rest in peace Mac Dre (yeah) Pullin' up in

Ayy, where you from? If that coupe came with rims, I don't want it (skrrt) Stock me out (ooh, yeah,) big block me out (ooh, yeah) Robocops, they out (ayy,) put my guns in the house (12) So much cash over this way (cash) No, no droughts Bunch of alcohol,

What you think this is? Ayy, ayy, don't need no new friends Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Ayy, I woke up this morning counted half a M, yeah Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah Uh, just

I didn't see no speedbump (stop playin', yo, ayy) I T'd off (hit it, yeah) Dropped the top and screeched off (skrrt, hey) They-they ticked off (they mad, ticked off) They ticked off (my bad, woo) We T'd up (T'd up, no) I T'd up (woo, woo) I'm T'd up

Fuckboy, don't test me Fuckboy, don't test, boy, don't test Boy, don't test, boy, don't test Boy, don't test, boy, don't test, boy, don't Ayy, yeah, ayy I'll put one in that chamber, lay you in the face of God Know to be-face the fake fuck, aight Fuck is

The money and the fame make a monster Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh Feelin' so good, might smoke somethin' (Ayy) Hit it so good, might choke somethin' (Ayy) Might pull out, the game so weak Fuck it, you can go and have

Xans gon' take you Xans gon' fake you (yeah) Xans don't make you (you) And Xans gon' betray you (what? Yeah) And if I die don't miss me (ayy) I wish that bitch just kiss me (ayy) (You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat) Ooh, I pop a Perc' when I'm

I'd rather not talk about it just do that shit Got these niggas saying yeah he do that shit Got these bitches saying yeah he do that shit Hit a lil nigga with the Ruger What what what what what (ayy yeah yeah) What what what what what (ayy yuh yuh) And