My gang is about to go up and we gon' be the talk of the town
I'm finna look at the crowd
Scream look at me now
I know that my bruddas my bruddas
They seen me build up from the ground
Turn me up loud
Nobody stopping the sound
Vuarnet, I went French on my frames
Take off, I'm high like a plane
Smoke good kush
High Grade
Smoke good kush
High Grade
I need some bottles
She off of Moscato
I'm off of some Whites
I'm feeling okay
You know my motto
I'm going full throttle
Then all of these niggas gon' hop on my wave
I'm finna run up some bands
Then hop off the porch
This rap shit so easy
I do it for sport
We in my Miami
We whipping a Porsche
Finna one up him and go 'Ventador
Finna one up him and go with a Urus
I know your shawty amazed and she curious
I got the Diesel like Fast and the Furious
These niggas my clones like I look in the mirror
Backend on backend
I'm steady stacking on stacking
I know some bloods and they be like "Yo slime, What is bracking?"
I got some niggas that been fucking with me since back then
I know I'm out of this planet
I got the pack in the fanny
Naturally cold
Didn't plan it
Got all the bars like it's Xanax
A young nigga cold
That's naturally
Cash out on drip and it's casually
Know these niggas don't want no smoke
Cause these niggas don't want no casualties
Imma' cash out on Patek Phillippe
Know that they talking but talking is cheap
Feeling like Martin
I been had a dream
I step out with gang
You know that we flee
My gang is about to go up and we gon' be the talk of the town
I'm finna look at the crowd
Scream look at me now
I know that my bruddas my bruddas
They seen me build up from the ground
Turn me up loud
Nobody stopping the sound
I been ahead of my time
I think I made up my mind
They gonna' remember my name for life
I'm feeling jaded
I wanted smoke one and I end up smoke five
Aesthetic for life
Aesthetic for life
Don't do the talking cause niggas polices
Believe me
I know that my people need me
Step out the crib I need squeegee
Water, VVs
They finna turn on the tv
Gang gon' be looking so breeshy
I'm ready to go
They know that I'm ready
I need that fetty on fetty on fetty
She getting jelly
She tryna' go through my telly
She ready to leave in a hurry
She looking for things that's getting her mad
I tried to tell her that wasn't the plan
I had the choice and I've chosen the bag
The bag
The bag
I said I was jaded
I'm feeling real faded
These niggas they faker than fake and they hating
Can't wait to say nigga look at who made it
I'm counting up bands with the gang all elated
These niggas they sweeter than bakery
Aesthetic not doing no fake shit
Finna' pull up in Mercedes
I'm steady working
You know there's no braking
I been ahead of my time
I think I made up my mind
They gonna' remember my name for life
For life
My gang is about to go up and we gon' be the talk of the town
I'm finna look at the crowd
Scream look at me now
I know that my bruddas my bruddas
They seen me build up from the ground
Turn me up loud
Nobody stopping the sound