[Intro: Propain]
(G&B)
(Forever Trill) Yeah, ayy
[Verse 1: Propain & Lil' Keke]
She gon' play with you, but not with Pro'
Player, I got mind control, that boy that cold as five below (Yeah)
Pockets swole, be on the highway with the top exposed
Yellin', "Fuck the fame," I'm on top of green like soccer goals (Gettin' money)
When you ridin' to that top, you see some rocky roads
Yeah, when shit hit the fan, still I killed my compos'
This self made (Uh), born in that mud, but shit, up out I rose
Real nigga that's not a road, still beat a Mike like Papa Joe
Silence, busters pimpin', Key was knockin' doors
I've been chasin' money, slidin' through that bitch likе Mop & Glo (Ayy)
I'm mellow and I'm mafio, she older, but I'm papi though (Fly, fly, Don Kid in thе buildin', let's go)
I started out with nothin' now they say my name on side the Coast, it's crazy
[Verse 2: Lil' Keke]
Coldest niggas, I'm a true fly nigga without a doubt (Doubt)
It's decades of me gettin' paid and showin' out (Out)
The drop still southern and classic, so nasty
610, 288, so never ask me
Cali buds wrapped in a cone, chiefin' strong
Niggas summertime killin' the zone and doin' wrong
Fresh pare of Christions, I'm slidin'
Told a bitch if she ain't fuckin', shit, she ain't ridin'
Legend talk high when I'm breakin' her back, that's a fact
Plus a nigga still actin' his act and countin' stack
This Da Don, I'm fly as a pilot, can't hide it
Where I'm from, if the shoe fit, buy it, nigga, try it
(G&B)
(Forever Trill) Yeah, ayy
[Verse 1: Propain & Lil' Keke]
She gon' play with you, but not with Pro'
Player, I got mind control, that boy that cold as five below (Yeah)
Pockets swole, be on the highway with the top exposed
Yellin', "Fuck the fame," I'm on top of green like soccer goals (Gettin' money)
When you ridin' to that top, you see some rocky roads
Yeah, when shit hit the fan, still I killed my compos'
This self made (Uh), born in that mud, but shit, up out I rose
Real nigga that's not a road, still beat a Mike like Papa Joe
Silence, busters pimpin', Key was knockin' doors
I've been chasin' money, slidin' through that bitch likе Mop & Glo (Ayy)
I'm mellow and I'm mafio, she older, but I'm papi though (Fly, fly, Don Kid in thе buildin', let's go)
I started out with nothin' now they say my name on side the Coast, it's crazy
[Verse 2: Lil' Keke]
Coldest niggas, I'm a true fly nigga without a doubt (Doubt)
It's decades of me gettin' paid and showin' out (Out)
The drop still southern and classic, so nasty
610, 288, so never ask me
Cali buds wrapped in a cone, chiefin' strong
Niggas summertime killin' the zone and doin' wrong
Fresh pare of Christions, I'm slidin'
Told a bitch if she ain't fuckin', shit, she ain't ridin'
Legend talk high when I'm breakin' her back, that's a fact
Plus a nigga still actin' his act and countin' stack
This Da Don, I'm fly as a pilot, can't hide it
Where I'm from, if the shoe fit, buy it, nigga, try it
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