(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)

Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
Pull up thuggin', she wanna fuck me 'cause my sack bigger
Hol' on, come and see, brand new keys, that's a Tesla, serve the fiends
I say, I'm sick of all this motherfuckin' poverty (bap, bap)
Can you tell me who just sent them shots at me?
Can't get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
I knock down three, you know that's me, you hear that chopper speak

Police tryna sentence me like Niko Jenkins
RICO Act, while they 'posed to trap me
Dead bodies, I can say I ain't seent them
Swear like I'm Ivan Milat
Push the Bentley 'til it fall to pieces
Steady screamin', "Free Ten and Nat"
Livin' hard, girl, no it ain't easy
Leave the house, tell me make it back
My heart got bodies on it
Same smoke, stick hommies on it
Hope it burn down with them coppers in it
Mask down, we follow homie
Nighttime, slime the opposition
Northside where it's riders only
Catch 'em, hit 'em with it through the fences
Take his mind, put some mileage on it
Stretch 'em, pop 'em, zip 'em, take his whole face, no case
Redeye verse that cop car, that's a cold chase, no way
I'm gon' get caught in here with this Glock today (no, no)
Real rich nigga, my Vlone collab made three M's in three days

Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
Pull up thuggin', she wanna fuck me 'cause my sack bigger
Hol' on, come and see, brand new keys, that's a Tesla, serve the fiends
I say, I'm sick of all this motherfuckin' poverty (bap, bap)
Can you tell me who just sent them shots at me?
Can't get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
I knock down three, you know that's me, you hear that chopper speak

Big chain, diamonds flashin', choppers on (choppers on)
Grave digger, ain't no fuckin' public figure, rockin' Comme des Garçons
He crack one joke, we face the clown (it's 4KTrey)
It's a bloody picture, who real or fake?
When they come this way, he don't know who with 'em
Get 'em all from round
My McLaren came automatic
Danger zone when we slang that static
Pour one's and two's for the keep my cool
Drink still makin' me the saddest
Put a nigga face on the news
Do 'em dirty, can't get no passes
Skife part of my fuckin' fashion
Head hunter in a Thrasher, thrashin'

Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
Pull up thuggin', she wanna fuck me 'cause my sack bigger
Hol' on, come and see, brand new keys, that's a Tesla, serve the fiends
I say, I'm sick of all this motherfuckin' poverty (bap, bap)
Can you tell me who just sent them shots at me?
Can't get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
I knock down three, you know that's me, you hear that chopper speak

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Writer(s): Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden