Yeah, yeah, ohh, hey
Yeah, yeah (yeah)

(Yeah) Ayy

Told my momma be patient, one day I'm gon' be the greatest
I see the look on they faces
I know these young niggas hatin'
But just chill, run up you get killed
187, all my niggas ready to drill
Gotta stick to the code, you know I won't ever fold
I can't sign no deal, 'cause I ain't sellin' my soul
Real talk, ain't no cappin'
Spittin' straight facts, I don't even do the cappin'

Yeah, shots out the Drac', took off his face
Hide his body, put him in a lake
They say I ain't straight, nigga be real
My nigga, they step in and ready to kill
I want all smoke, OG and Reggie
Nigga I'm ready, now catch up, spaghetti
You think I'm a bitch, thinkin' I'm sweet
I pull up on you and I put you to sleep

Hop out the rental, blow on some gas
Brand new sprinter, whole lotta cash
I know I'm a sinner, pray for a bag
I gotta go get it and get on my ass
They say I'm up next, bitch I'm up now
The youngest to do it, put on for my town
They say I'm a king, where's my crown?
Bitch I'm the GOAT, so move around

To the bag, I be chasin', yeah
To be honest I'm underrated, yeah
I dare a fuck nigga try to take me, yeah
Them hollow tips leave you on the pavement, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mh
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hop out the rental, blow on some gas
Brand new sprinter, whole lotta cash
I know I'm a sinner, pray for a bag
I gotta go get it and get on my ass
Just chill, run up you get killed
187, all my niggas ready to drill

Move on, we gon' kill
And my niggas ready for that drill
Shots out the Drac', took off his face

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Writer(s): Bryson Lashun Potts