[Verse 1: YSR Gramz & YN Jay]
I'm just ridin' through the city just on two 'bows
Forty bands on me, I used to share clothes
Can't put my trust in no bitch, she gon' always fold
You better cut that broke shit out, that shit gettin' old
I stopped wearin' Hellstar, that shit gettin' old
Niggas stopped ballin', go broke like Derrick Rose
Denim Tears on, these is not jabos
Paid twelve for these shoes, could've bought a 'bow
I be shippin' green boxes, gettin' 'em to the O
I hate when a bitch lie like she not a ho
I keep a big-ass gun everywhere I go
I think Chief Keef did our chains 'cause our shit glow
We was fourteen years old, puttin' 'em on the floor
They know we on the L every day and gotta drop our load
A nigga really tryna start beef if you pop his ho
I already made a fuckin' hundred K, but I want some more (Ah)
Like that white boy Rick, he is not gon' blow (Yeah)
[Verse 2: YN Jay]
I had to go to Miami 'cause it's gettin' old
I put some ice on my watch, now my wrist cold
Ayy, my bitch thirty-seven, do that mean she old?
My nigga finally grew up, he used to kick doors
Damn, my bitch cold
Why you pull up with a deuce? You know we sip fours
I know that bitch sniff coke, she got a big nose
She got a big head
Bitch, this a California King, I got a big bed
Ain't no more Wock' in the city, that's why I sip red
We caught him lackin' with the ho, that's how the bitch dead
I'm runnin' up real millions, I got rich legs (Ayy)
You a shitty-ass boy, you need to wash your ass
Big crib, it take an hour to cut my mama grass (Yeah, ayy)
You a walkin' talk-over, that was not your bag
Ayy, where your heat go?
Fans been waitin' on me to drop like where the beat go?
Bitch playin' musical chairs, where the seat go?
It's cold as hell in your crib like where the heat go?
I'm lookin' for my brother man, where Aylee go?
I'm lookin' for Andrew brother, where AD go?
They wonder why they can't stop me, I'm in beast mode
I bought this bitch some Don Juli', she want Titos
I put my mans on your ho, she want me, though
I'm out here ridin' with my dog, there go chico
I took Don on a trip like Starlito
Bitch lied, said she a libra, she a leo
Free bro, they tried to hit him with the RICO
I'm just ridin' through the city just on two 'bows
Forty bands on me, I used to share clothes
Can't put my trust in no bitch, she gon' always fold
You better cut that broke shit out, that shit gettin' old
I stopped wearin' Hellstar, that shit gettin' old
Niggas stopped ballin', go broke like Derrick Rose
Denim Tears on, these is not jabos
Paid twelve for these shoes, could've bought a 'bow
I be shippin' green boxes, gettin' 'em to the O
I hate when a bitch lie like she not a ho
I keep a big-ass gun everywhere I go
I think Chief Keef did our chains 'cause our shit glow
We was fourteen years old, puttin' 'em on the floor
They know we on the L every day and gotta drop our load
A nigga really tryna start beef if you pop his ho
I already made a fuckin' hundred K, but I want some more (Ah)
Like that white boy Rick, he is not gon' blow (Yeah)
[Verse 2: YN Jay]
I had to go to Miami 'cause it's gettin' old
I put some ice on my watch, now my wrist cold
Ayy, my bitch thirty-seven, do that mean she old?
My nigga finally grew up, he used to kick doors
Damn, my bitch cold
Why you pull up with a deuce? You know we sip fours
I know that bitch sniff coke, she got a big nose
She got a big head
Bitch, this a California King, I got a big bed
Ain't no more Wock' in the city, that's why I sip red
We caught him lackin' with the ho, that's how the bitch dead
I'm runnin' up real millions, I got rich legs (Ayy)
You a shitty-ass boy, you need to wash your ass
Big crib, it take an hour to cut my mama grass (Yeah, ayy)
You a walkin' talk-over, that was not your bag
Ayy, where your heat go?
Fans been waitin' on me to drop like where the beat go?
Bitch playin' musical chairs, where the seat go?
It's cold as hell in your crib like where the heat go?
I'm lookin' for my brother man, where Aylee go?
I'm lookin' for Andrew brother, where AD go?
They wonder why they can't stop me, I'm in beast mode
I bought this bitch some Don Juli', she want Titos
I put my mans on your ho, she want me, though
I'm out here ridin' with my dog, there go chico
I took Don on a trip like Starlito
Bitch lied, said she a libra, she a leo
Free bro, they tried to hit him with the RICO
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