Here we go again I cut the light off
Talkin to the pastor bout my past I let the mic talk
Drugs tryna speak ooh well let the plug walk
Sittin on a fortune wit ma dawg its a write off
Out here runnin circles round you rappers its a light jog
Lobster on the plate wit some cavi its a life loss
Its the allies with a Brinks and a coat and its mink stead of boat
I'm a P, I'm always home, I never leave

I'm not a rapper, I'm a G
Hit the mic and that's an M
Send a beat, another M
See, I hop and that's a blimp

Got my money on the drive
Yeah, I'm taxin' for the pimp
It's the stories of the hustle
It's the stories of my friends

Get them burnt like desire
Hollows in my ridah
Lit up Ramayama
New missions for the timeline

Hardcore malicious, mm-mm, on my mind
She, she, she so sweet like blood in my mai tai
Shawty wanna come fuck up the re-up
Shawty wanna be new mamacita

Shawty wanna get so high
Let's put down the tree, baby
I can't even tell what's fake and real
I'm off the can-can

Five stacks in my band, man
That boy got that look, huh
Shout out the ghost, huh
Trapped out the photon

I blow like a fortune
She read my fortune
This object in motion
It will stay in motion

Motion, motion

Voy llegando con los paketes
Voy llegando con el Mercedes
Wit yo bitch n you know she'll sell it
She get it

I got an FN, an FN, and an FN on the way
I got two best friends

We wrestling to get them out the way
I'm the sensei
The way that I'm pushing out the freights
She my best friend

The best way
No question
She just spray
She don't talk

She just get them out the way
Soy el cholo
Cuando voy pa' Mexico
El vaquero
En el 602
Cartier en la mano
Original no frost

It's the bandit

42
I brandish
Left them all abandoned
And I stay with the heavy metal

Yeah, we in a band
And I just run amok
For the bucks
Brody got it tugging

I ain't tapping into all their music
Cause I know it suck
Huh
We ain't do the beefing

Cause we slide, slide, slide, slide
Ay
All black in the Jeep
It's how we ride, ride, ride

Ay
Pop up on the beat
And then it
Dot, dot, dot

Ay
Say they really got it
But they lie, lie, lie
So what's the business

Bully to a kitten
Fucking
And I fucking
And I need an intermission

Dumping
And I dump on all these rappers I be shitting
You couldn't tell the difference
And I peeped it

All that fake love
Man, you could keep it