Ayye
Like
I didn't know what to do with the money and I ain't even know where to go
Why didn't nobody tell me what happened until he was dead on the floor
Like, DS1 told me cut all them dreadlocks off bro your hair gon' grow
Wait, one of these days, I'ma take off my Moncler coat and I'ma jump in the snow
Hold up, why do we always say one, two, three nigga whatever happened to four
Like, I ran up five ten bands in these all black foams but I still want more
I was teachin' my young bull how you could re-rock a pack and just sell for the low
Two guns up, give me two bands
I stay in the crib, I don't go on no two-man's
I know I couldn't do it, but you can
Bro the opps tried to spin on your block, nigga, you ran
I got em cookin' up dope with a new pan
Two steps to the right, that's my new dance
I need someone to model my game, so I use Lance
I'ma spin on that block in a blue van
But if you spin that block, play it safe
Brodie gon' back out that matte black Wraith
You could love on that bitch, but please don't chase
If you get me tight, I throw racks in your face
Wait, got my bro locked up with a case
Stop goin' fast, nigga, life ain't a race
Put one foot forward nigga, tighten your lace
And just keep takin' shit day by day