Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I take the money you had and I went and kidnapped it, ya
I was cutting up, going too fast
I was riding through traffic
Yeah that sports car too fast Yeah, dissappear like magic
Hop in the GLE bitch you not seeing me, yeah
Cuz we riding past you
I got all this green green green green
Like I'm in the pasture
Swear to God I'm a fein fein fein fein
Can't tell my pastor
Yeah
I wake up on my Lebron shit
I wake up tryna run shit
On the grind, no I'm not focused on fun shit
Swing, swing for the fences
Yeah, no I can't bunt shit
We had the chickens like tenders bitch
You know somebody had to push it
I can't listen, to no bullshit
No you not seeing me cuz I be sneaking we walking right under the bushes
Let you have some
Yeah bitch, this might be my anthem
Ya!
I hopped out the Phantom
They wanna throw a tantrum
I charge up my mana
I don't want no slander
I don't want no banter
Bitch stick to the plan, ya
Tryna leave the planet
I be making hits, after hits, I don't plan it
Oh you made a diss, boy it missed, should've canned it