It's a fact that I keep it lit
It ain't a bag that I can't touch
It ain't a bitch that I can't hit
Im in the back , I'm bustin' down zips

If I'm in the club, then I'm in the Vip
I smoke out the pound and I ain't gon' split
I might got a bag, but I'm tryna get rich
Claim they standin' on business, they ain't standin' on shit

Try to play with my gang, doa's get spent
I get around, PA
I tell my hounds, behave
I might sit em down, okay

Slow me down, PA
Slow me down, PA

I'm in the trap, we're it raids
I'm in the back with the key's
9th wonder of the world
They think I dwell with the greys
So I'm comin' back from the future
Yeah, I keep it back to the future

Covered in whips and chains
I did this shit for Luther
RIP
I know he ain't die for this shit
But I still look fly in this shit

New coupe, hog in the lane
Look, I'm fly in this shit
Tryna find what tires I'ma get
40 Glock on my hip

You really wanna die for this shit
Cuz I'm Lui kang fly with the kicks
I'm goin' nuts
I nick cage slide on the strip
My mortal come back with the sifts

It's a fact, it's a fact
It's a fact that I keep it lit
It ain't a bag that I can't touch

It ain't a bitch that I can't hit
I'm in the back, I'm bustin' on zips
If I'm in the club, then I'm in the VIP
I smoke like the barrel and I ain't gon' split

I might got, I might got, I might got a bag
But I'm tryna get rich
Clinic standin' on pent up, they ain't standin' on shit
Try to play with my gang, they always get spent

I get around, BA
I tell my hounds, BA
I light some down, okay, slow me down, BA
Look at, look at, look at these haters

Yeah, I'm the reason they poutin
I'm seizing, they doubtin
I play the season, they sproutin
Join the fruits of my labor

I keep on countin
Why you keep shoutin'
It's only wrong for one on this mountain
It's only wrong for one on this mountain

I got your burnt legs in the air like a falcon
Black as a panther, but red like Malcolm
You ride the wave, you gotta keep bouncin
Gotta keep bouncin', keep bouncin

Keep bouncin', keep bouncin
I need my paper to color a talk
My apes on a hunnid, but keep it a thousand
Keep it a thousand

Grew up, just grew up, the public your house
I'm sure that she threw up from all of the shout
That micro dosin', got her ass dousin