Yeah
Straight Henny, no ice
Fuck good, take flight
Send a shooter on a bike
Buy bricks, truck white
I'll take you anywhere you like
Remember your manners, be polite
It's me and you just for the night
Can do whatever you decide

Yeah
Keys, keys, keys
To the yard, to the cars, to the trap spot
I make you freeze, freeze, freeze
When I back my mach' like a jack boss (yeah, yeah)
Wanna get even, but they ain't got the fundin'
My nigga bought a new joint, it's soundin' like some thunder
Play with somethin' safe, not niggas that'll put you under
The way she spit and suck on it, can tell she got some hunger
I'm gang-gang straight to the core, ma
Bando baby, 29, I rep my corner
Had to calm down and think about my daughter
This the realest nigga story, I'm the author

Yeah
Straight Henny, no ice
Fuck good, take flight
Send a shooter on a bike
Buy bricks, truck white
I'll take you anywhere you like
Remember your manners, be polite
It's me and you just for the night
Can do whatever you decide

Yeah, I know that it's hard for her
So I'm pullin' out these cars with the roof in the stars
In the trench, where it's hard to trust
Since I stopped pourin' mud in a room full of niggas, and I'm sure
Told my nigga, it don't matter where we are
Bring this tray everywhere, when I'm steppin' it's some must
Figured out what it is, it ain't love
Figured out I don't need a fake hug

Yeah
Straight Henny, no ice
Fuck good, take flight
Send a shooter on a bike
Buy bricks, truck white
I'll take you anywhere you like
Remember your manners, be polite
It's me and you just for the night
Can do whatever you decide

T Wayne from the
I just copped the Skeleton AP
Sorry if I brag a lot
Yeah, but I used to never have a lot
Youngin' left a poor life
Kite with me and the Glock
If I touched the 9, bust
Boom, bang, affi drop (boom)
Bang, broke figures had me figurin'
Damn, now this a picture I was picturin' (yeah)
Used to have a landlord
We were always bickerin' (facts)
Now my mansion (yeah)
Magnificent (c'mon)
Click-clack
The riches riff-raff (uh-huh)
Just 'low the chit-chat
Just take his wig back
My baes know my mad past, we can't step alone
So date nights we be flyin' Rome (Italy)
But don't be rich now, I can't even leave yet
So c'mon spin round, step a couple ejects
We just sold nine (uh-huh)
You would think I miss crime (brrt)

Yeah
Straight Henny, no ice
Fuck good, take flight
Send a shooter on a bike
Buy bricks, truck white
I'll take you anywhere you like
Remember your manners, be polite
It's me and you just for the night
Can do whatever you decide

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Writer(s): Adam Williams, Dennis Junior Odunwo, Ricky Banton