[ Featuring G Herbo ]
Who the hell is Carlo?
Uh, uh
Uh, yeah
Stick got a coolin' kit
Had to quit shootin' shit, know I'm too legit
Back and forth, forth, back, couldn't keep doin' it
Clear they block, had to show my opps who was rich
Too much yellin', fussin', trippin', need a newer bitch
New Maybach three-fifty, I get two for six
I ain't lyin' (I ain't lyin'), foreign ridin' (skrrt, skrrt)
Cashed out, but I'ma do that some more times
Spent a million on a crib, four times
Eighteen, was in my hood, Porsche flyin'
We too lit, ain't sellin' shit, endorse mine
You want advice? Of course, pussy boy, grind (yeah)
Ayy, loyalty is law, can't spot a bitch with no flaw
Stuntin' like my niggas, feed the fam like my Pop
Fly high, nigga, boy, closet like the mall
Boss who? Cut it out, we the ones in charge
You the type to get that shit and let your niggas starve
They say "Sky the limit", in the Cullinan with stars
D the 'Raq, you play, I get you whacked
This shit like chess, you make a move, my boy know I'ma get you back
We outside, they might think I'm blind, got that stick attached
Off the bench, I'ma go for fifty, tryin' to get the max
Off the hip, pop up in your city, tryin' to get them racks
Off the strip, disrespect me, nigga, they gon' hit your hat
We ain't even walk in the club yet, we in the back (right here)
Let lil' bro 'nem whip the Urus, I jump to the 'Llac (the 'Llac)
Doin' hot shit out the skat, then hopped in the track (vroom)
Way, way back then, I had a fed mac' (grr)
But I ain't never goin' back, 'cause I'm havin' sack (you know that)
Nigga, I was havin' crack, now I'm havin' plaques
Pay-outs go out every month, that's like eighty racks (phew)
That ain't shit, that's how I function, I'm okay with that
Dreads got a Ghost Glock, put a K with that
We ain't have to buy the stock, no, it came with that (uh)
Hit his top again (Bah)
Flip his shit, park the drop, get in the drop again (ayy, ayy, okay)
