Athletes Calboy (Ft. Lil Duke)

[Intro: Calboy]
Uh, uh
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
[?] one more time
I'm in a foreign [lil' bro?] in the backseat

[Chorus: Calboy]
I'd rather go if you ask me (You ask me)
I'm gonna go till [?] ask me
I'm in a foreign [lil' bro?] in the backseat
We ran through the check like some athletes
I'm like no, no, no, you can't catch me
I got the check and I'm cashing, yeah (Woah, woah)
I had her smoking on black keef (Yeah, ohh)
Bitch, I'm [?] (Yeah)
I fell in love with this shit with a passion
I fell in love with the streets with a passion

[Verse 1: Calboy]
Young nigga wild, we ran through the school
We toating pistols, I stick it and move
I told my nigga to get in the groove
They be like "Calboy, you writing your rules"
[I smoke?] them niggas, we treat them like [?]
Then we hop in the Phantom [?] and go play it smooth
I got the chopper to show you some tricks
When we be riding, we carrying tools
I run it up, put some bands in the safe
I'm making sure I got bread on my plate
Remember them days when we had noodles [?]
I'm making sure that it's lobster and steak
Mama had told me that I'm moving too fast
I told her "Sorry, but I cannot wait"
I-I told her "I'm tryna see better days"
I told her "I'm tryna pay it away"
I told her "I want some cash"
I'm tryna get to a bag
I'm tryna make this shit last
I bought a foreign [?] glass
I bought a foreign, some ice, yeah
Grab it, don't look at the price, yeah
Diamonds, they water, they nice, yeah
I got the [?] spikes