(Damn, JakeSand)
Yeah
(Ayy, Melly, what the fuck is that?)

I see a risk I take it
I take a sip, I'm drankin' (I take it)
Bitch, I'm flier than a Martian
It's only right I play the spaceship

Summertime I'm in the Nike mask 'cause, bitch, I'm famous
Roll it up then pour it up, I'm selfish, shit, I'm facin'
You can't keep it a hunnid? Bye-bye 'cause, shit, I'm Franklin
Million dollar dinner plate on the table, the shit I'm cravin'
Shit, these bullets hot, he cooked with Cajun
Off a quarter of the Fortune Cookie, in here lookin' Asian
You was open, let him in yo' head thinkin' you shouldn't take it
That shot? You could've made it
(Man, you gotta take a risk sometimes)

I see a risk and take it
I take a sip, I'm drankin'
(I see a risk and take it
I take a sip, I'm drankin')
Bitch, I'm flier than a Martian
It's only right I play the spaceship
(Bitch, I'm flier than a Martian
It's only right I play the spaceship)

Buyin' Number (N)ine when I'm sprayin' fragrance
I know skimmers, I know scammers hackin' databases
If he don't speak no Guapanese then that shit ain't my language
Heard you day by dayin', heard you play by playin'
Not me

Bitch, I been that guy
You got a couple laps to run, I'm at the finish line
Said that money grow on trees? You seen a pig that fly?
I was on that double up shit, now I triple mine's
Bitch, I'm sippin' on a Wock' pop in the droptop
Grab the Striker from the chop shop, rock the opps' block
Was at the bottom, it was ha-ha, we on top now
Line wrapped around the block, I dropped it in a Crockpot
Bitch, I Glock tote and I crack rock
Pull up like the SWAT, not SoFaygo, we not gon' knock-knock
Mini Draco give him a halo or make him Hopscotch
I used to be up in the crowd, I'm who they watch now
Look at my watch now
If I die by the gun then I went out like Tony
Said he needed them at three, tell him, "Pull up by Coney" (place your order)
Every day, everything, my whole life trophies (I'm the motherfuckin' champ)
It ain't '018, we don't go and ride stollies (I'm in a motherfuckin' Lamb')

Vanilla Buffs, chocolate tint like a sundae
Lava underneath my fuckin' feet, where's the runway?
Bible on the dash, shit, the 'Hawk ready for gunplay
Lookin' back at time like I knew I'd do it someday
Thinkin' 'bout the grind like I knew I'd do it some way
What's yo' iOS? Yo' life need a update
I was pullin' hair to stack a ten, now that shit chump change
Boss meetin', pull up a chair if you got somethin' to say
I ain't top ten (no), I ain't top five (no)
I ain't top three (no), but, bitch, I'm top two (yeah)
And I am not two (nah)
Bitch, you know the vibes
Wyoming king, push a button just to close the blinds
I can clap and turn the lights off
All this cheese, I think I'm finna get the mice caught
Ten assists to the game, I'm gettin' dimes off
Cuddy play a dirty game like fuck what the fines cost
Tryna clean it up, the spot smell like Pine-Sol
Spot a opp and let it go, like some Lysol
Aventador and then the 'Ghini when I drive off
Push up on me out in traffic? That's a life lost
We out the window with it

If Tron steppin' out, just know them killers with them
He ain't gang? We can't hang, I ain't chillin' with him