Ridin' in the Flying Spur, look up, I'm in the air (skrrt)
With my slimes, everybody got toolies, we well prepared (well prepared)
Man in my town, in my hood, I'm like the mayor (like the mayor)
Boardin' on a jet, I could barely walk up the stairs

Fuckin' hoes, blow out her back on a Perc
Eat me up, she treat my dick like dessert
Money and fame is a gift and a curse
People that's closest gon' hurt you the worst
I'm always booked, got no dates on my calendar
Live in the States, I can send shots to Canada
Whole squad is litty, we geeked, they can't handle us
Puttin' shit on stop and pose for the camera

Yeah, I get bitches by the two, I fuck her one time and I pass her to the slimes (slimes)
Got a new girl and she exotic, I told my ex that I'm doin' fine (okay)
Diamonds shinnin' bright in the dark, you ain't gotta turn the lights on or open the blinds
Careful where you step, don't step on my shoes, go to war, we got sticks, all kinds
Paid the lawyer for the case, my brother got charges he can't erase (no)
AK's like Tay K, if we get pulled over I'm doin' the race (skrrt)
My stick relevant, 5th generation, got a Glock with a switch up to date
I ain't tryna play God but when it comes to my opps, I'm choosin' they fate (Keed, talk to 'em)

Spazz
I pull up with a hunnid round cutter on the block and these niggas gon' tell
Yeah, I spent 'bout one fifty on some chains just to say I wish a nigga dare
Yeah, it's 'bout fifty niggas standin' on your block with the blicky but only one of 'em kill
If a bitch catch me on the Belaire bottle, yeah, I'm dunkin' on the pussy, O'Neal
Yeah, I'm runnin' my route, catch a bag every stop, yeah, call me Odell
Yeah, you know we side by side, slime, goin' all the way there, 'bout mine
Bet that ho know my fit is a Hermes
I'm shinin', she like, "Who that with the blonde dreads?"
I'm grindin', I know where the dough at
I'm tellin' you, I'll never go back
To that poor shit, I'm rockin' a Rollie
I'm tellin' you, I'll never go back
High class whips, high class bitch
She suck my dick, drank my spit, look at my wrist
He ain't gonna wack nothin', he ain't on it
I'm pressin' you animal lovers
I'm tellin' your OG, better keep yo dog on a leash
I'm tellin' these froggy niggas think we sleepin'
We killin' shit, gon' 'head and leap (let's go)

Yeah, I get bitches by the two, I fuck her one time and I pass her to the slimes (slimes)
Got a new girl and she exotic, I told my ex that I'm doin' fine (okay)
Diamonds shinnin' bright in the dark, you ain't gotta turn the lights on or open the blinds
Careful where you step, don't step on my shoes, go to war, we got sticks, all kinds
Paid the lawyer for the case, my brother got charges he can't erase (no)
AK's like Tay K, if we get pulled over I'm doin' the race (skrrt)
My stick relevant, 5th generation, got a Glock with a switch up to date
I ain't tryna play God but when it comes to my opps, I'm choosin' they fate

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Writer(s): Amir Esmailian, Navraj Goraya, Raqhid Render, Wesley Tyler Glass