Radio Berner

[Hook]
They won’t play this on the radio (naw)
All I talk about is yayo (yeah)
20 grams on my scale (yeah)
A hundred piece in the mail yo

You know I get it, pretty girls keep ya boy fitted
Cattin off in my new shit, fuck a speed limit
Doing 90, spend a week in Hawaii
Blow 50 on a new chain, the feds wanna fine me
The radio probably won’t play this
But the homies in the pen gon’ bang it
The coke made me famous
This handgun is stainless, 24 karat gold
That vintage shit you rock, it’s plated
A few million dollar companies, I created
Got me up late night, feeling all anxious
Break a brick open, taste it
I go through phases
Latin girls and Asians, exchanging fuck faces
I made a couple hundred grand out my basement
20 lights had me high outside and sliding in my spaceship
ATL, Las Vegas and Texas
Let’s make a toast, we done got rich together

[Hook]
They won’t play this on the radio (naw)
All I talk about is yayo (yeah)
20 grams on my scale (yeah)
A hundred piece in the mail yo