[Intro]
(I should probably go, it's getting late)
(Computer rights for life)
[Verse]
Cut off his hand if a nigga think he schemin' on me
I got bands, baby, just for all of my opponents
Don't give a damn if a nigga think he schemin' on me
Bitch, this Drac' ain't signed for nothin', it's gon' sing a chorus
You know I be by myself, I don't fuck with niggas, it's just me and Lamim
Bitch, I'm like, "Free lil' 30", I've been stackin' money, know I'm poppin' that bond with ease
Bitch, I'm in that blast-off, Top Kid Industry, run in yo' house with the mask off
Just came back from Ella, kick my feet up, take these Rafs off
Self-employed, she ride me and she gorgeous
Brand new foreign, I hotbox the whip (Phew)
Catch that opp we scorin', and made them niggas dip
I got money, baby, and it's been a min' since I've been broke, nigga
He's a broke lil' nigga
Red light, green light, red light, green light, baby, yellow
Ain't no police, baby, I don't know what they said
We keep Dracos for them type of niggas
Don't do Range Rover and we don't do Fisker
In the crib countin' band with a pistol
If you gon' tweak with my man, we gon', get you
I got money, I got wancho breesh, nigga
Pop a pill and you won't like how they unleash a nigga
I'm the same old Jace, baby, fuck Jace
You stuck in yo' same old ways, that shit not the way
I start to feel just like the shit, tell label give me raise
He went from a Blood into a Crip, I think he in a daze
That lil' nigga went and fell off quick, they don't wan' give him praise
Fly out then I treat that bitch like shit, she in a love maze
She don't care about how I treat her, as long as it's comin' with Casamigos
LA, ATL, Ella, Ella to Del Rio
Catch him, wish him well, I wouldn't want to be him eitho'
(I should probably go, it's getting late)
(Computer rights for life)
[Verse]
Cut off his hand if a nigga think he schemin' on me
I got bands, baby, just for all of my opponents
Don't give a damn if a nigga think he schemin' on me
Bitch, this Drac' ain't signed for nothin', it's gon' sing a chorus
You know I be by myself, I don't fuck with niggas, it's just me and Lamim
Bitch, I'm like, "Free lil' 30", I've been stackin' money, know I'm poppin' that bond with ease
Bitch, I'm in that blast-off, Top Kid Industry, run in yo' house with the mask off
Just came back from Ella, kick my feet up, take these Rafs off
Self-employed, she ride me and she gorgeous
Brand new foreign, I hotbox the whip (Phew)
Catch that opp we scorin', and made them niggas dip
I got money, baby, and it's been a min' since I've been broke, nigga
He's a broke lil' nigga
Red light, green light, red light, green light, baby, yellow
Ain't no police, baby, I don't know what they said
We keep Dracos for them type of niggas
Don't do Range Rover and we don't do Fisker
In the crib countin' band with a pistol
If you gon' tweak with my man, we gon', get you
I got money, I got wancho breesh, nigga
Pop a pill and you won't like how they unleash a nigga
I'm the same old Jace, baby, fuck Jace
You stuck in yo' same old ways, that shit not the way
I start to feel just like the shit, tell label give me raise
He went from a Blood into a Crip, I think he in a daze
That lil' nigga went and fell off quick, they don't wan' give him praise
Fly out then I treat that bitch like shit, she in a love maze
She don't care about how I treat her, as long as it's comin' with Casamigos
LA, ATL, Ella, Ella to Del Rio
Catch him, wish him well, I wouldn't want to be him eitho'
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