Aye hold up let me take a minute real quick
Aye
I'm with my mans ya
I do my dance ya
Tryna get fans ya
Dior my pants ya
No pots an pans ya
Hop in a Benz ya
Gettin these Bands ya
I throw these hands ya
Pull up in a Gucci sweater ya
Pull up an you changing my weather ya
Ya your chain light like a feather ya
Aye All my Gucci leather ya
Do not pull up on me you don't want no smoke
Playin with my brain like it's all a joke
I been workin hard I don't wanna be broke
Hangin with my bros cuz they are my folk
I got all the drip an it all ain't cheap
I been makin music while you fellas sleep
All these fellas watchin yeah they steady creep
Pull up in a Lam oh no it's not a Jeep
I'm with my mans ya
I do my dance ya
Tryna get fans ya
Dior my pants ya
No pots an pans ya
Hop in a Benz ya
Gettin these Bands ya
I throw these hands ya
Pull up in a Gucci sweater ya
Pull up an you changing my weather ya
Ya your chain light like a feather ya
Aye All my Gucci leather ya
What do you mean
I got all the green
Like what do you mean
Got holes in my jeans
My shoes are all clean
It's all In my genes
Get hit with the beam
I'm chaisin my dreams
People are fake
They ain't what they seem
Boy you a snake
You ain't with the team
You is a jake
Get hit in your spleen
I'm cookin a steak
While you Eating cream
Pull up in brand new foreign car go vroom
AR 223 extended mag go boom
Homemade studio all up in my room
Mess around with me get cleaned up like a broom
I'm with my mans ya
I do my dance ya
Tryna get fans ya
Dior my pants ya
No pots an pans ya
Hop in a Benz ya
Gettin these Bands ya
I throw these hands ya
Pull up in a Gucci sweater ya
Pull up an you changing my weather ya
Ya chain light like a feather ya
Aye All my Gucci leather ya