Got my bro, I'm riding wid' him
Trenches cold can't do no feelings
Opp boys talk Ain't got 1 shilling
Yeah She tryna' fuck But I ain't hittin'
Roley on wrist
It's not to impress
But this shit got diamonds in it
We been outside
Got packs in my pouch
N***a u thought,
We stand on business,
Mask on, 5 door hit the roads
4 man up deep in this ford
3 man touched I ain't saying no more
Was 18 chilling with a 5 figure load
I'm running up digits
And counting these cheques
I wanna see every kind of dough
Keepin' it cool but if u want press
My ni***s ain't taking no kind approach

Trapping and trapping
My darg never lackin'
I was serving on campus
I don't even go there
See niggas typin'
They talk all that bullshit
But live in the flesh
ain't doing up no share,
Bitch want talk bout feelings
Tryna' see the reload out this weekend
Say she in love
But I ain't beat it
She on 2 4's
Like Christmas Eve shit

Time to time she call my line
If it's up it's stuck
We ain't gonna decline,
Ni***s keep talking bout' madness
And shit that they done
They need to go hop on a line
Hittas gan pull up and shavers Gan' rise
I seen a n***a spend p like he blind
So I got up and went in the trap and I made that shit work now I'm doubling mine

Got my bro, I'm riding wid' him
Trenches cold can't do no feelings
Opp boys talk Ain't got 1 shilling
Yeah She tryna' fuck But I ain't hittin'
Roley on wrist
It's not to impress
But this shit got diamonds in it
We been outside
Got packs in my pouch
N***a u thought,
We stand on business,
Mask on, 5 doors hit the roads
4 man up deep in this ford
3 man touched I ain't saying no more
Was 18 chilling with a 5-figure load
I'm running up digits
And counting these cheques
I wanna see every kind of dough
Keepin' it cool but if u wan press
My ni***s ain't taking no kind approach

Ima keep working from winter to summer
My Brudda
I need me a milly
And na I ain't stutter
Got Lean in my cup
Might just pour me another
Turnt pounds into pounds
Me and saint did the run up,
I Want IVD
Lemme be 1 hunna'
Try wid' me
Get spread like butter
I did it low-key
Got money on me
Did time in the T,
need Sonys number

Got my bro, I'm riding wid' him
Trenches cold can't do no feelings
Opp boys talk Ain't got 1 shilling
Yeah She tryna' fuck But I ain't hittin'
Roley on wrist
It's not to impress
But this shit got diamonds in it
We been outside
Got packs in my pouch
N***a u thought,
We stand on business,
Mask on, 5 door hit the roads
4 man up deep in this ford
3 man touched I ain't saying no more
Was 18 chilling with a 5-figure load
I'm running up digits
And counting these cheques
I wanna see every kind of dough
Keepin' it cool but if u want press
My ni***s ain't taking no kind approach