Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah
Yeah, yeah

Just gettin' up
Remembered that I had two joints in the truck, I lit one
I'm in the driveway greetin' the sun, what's what
Another move that we fittin' to bust, give a fuck
From the school we ain't waitin' for none, get it done
We gon' get everythin' that we want, pop the trunk
I just bought twenty pairs of Air Force Ones for a run
I'm finna take my talents out to L.A. for a month
Shoot every video for this motherfucker, what they want
Frank White, Jimmy Jump, outside, upfront
Slow down for the bump
Speed up, here they come
Signature move, get away smooth
Sports cars on the loose under the Friday night moon
Shit dope, should be sold with a lighter and a bent spoon
Everybody know you a gusher, bruh, you not a goon
Fuck around and them fools squash you on the block
Just to watch you ooze
Harsh reality, also an easily avoidable tragedy
'Cause you was hangin' somewhere you know that you ain't have to be
Niggas ain't from there but always wan' come there
Like it's a motherfuckin' carnival fair
They say you can't leave, oh, now you scared?
I was sittin' in the backyard on the foldin' chair
My homies gangbang, I just low ride
I'm very cautious when I'm over there
I can tell you how to survive if you would lend an ear
Gotta know how to listen and not just hear
Ya hear? Yeah

Chevys on switches, bitch, we smokin' weed
Don't post me in your pictures
Girl, if you can keep a secret we can always kick it
Rule number one: don't talk about me around your

That shit dead had 'em suspicious

Steady towards the harbors
And bet for startin' our radar battery back into Miami

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Writer(s): Daniel Alan Maman, Shante Scott Franklin