Im too far gone ah
Yeah
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 bah
Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai on gang, yeah
Had to spread my wings to teach em all how to fly yeah
Yeah, you niggas square divided by pi
Yeah, rolling round, three GMCs, bout to be a drive-by brrah
But lil homie know whats up with me
Talk down, you gon die you gon die
Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my wrist woo
When you see me out in LA, just know Im balling like Kobe woo
Ive been number one, bitch, dont need no trophy
Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I be balling like Kobe
Rolling down the 101, not no Zoey
I stay stacking with my twin for the win, Zack Cody
You niggas be hating, Mister Moseby Mister Moseby ass nigga
Stackin it up on lowkey stack, stack, stack
Stackin up, rackin up, triple OG woo, stack
Dont stress, stay blessed yeah
Get away from the phony yeah, yeah, yeah
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 bah
Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai on gang, yeah
Had to spread my wings to teach em all how to fly yeah
Yeah, you niggas square divided by pi
Yeah, rolling round, three GMCs, bout to be a drive-by brrah
But lil homie know whats up with me
Talk down, you gon die you gon die
Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my wrist woo
When you see me out in LA, just know Im balling like Kobe woo
Go, yeah
Light that shit up go
Walk in the spot, Ima pipe that shit up yeah, yeah
Yeah, them niggas hatin my swag, them niggas so bitter yeah
I thought I told them lil niggas
Im hard hitter taking that shit to the heart
Yeah, I thought I told you lil niggas
Im go getter tell them lil niggas, on God
Pressure dont matter, like how could you fold nigga? How could you, bitch? Oh my God
Yeah, how could you let the hate sit in your soul, nigga? How could that sit in your soul?
Yeah, shorty a demon, a real soul switcher oh my God, how did you know?
Young nigga stepping on toes go
Handle that shit like you grown go
Doin this shit on my lone, aye
I got that bag by my own
Fuck it, Im in the zone
Ghost, like nigga Im gone
Hop in that Ghost, Im ghost, on God
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 bah
Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai on gang, yeah
Had to spread my wings to teach em all how to fly yeah
Yeah, you niggas square divided by pi
Yeah, rolling round, three GMCs, bout to be a drive-by brrah
But lil homie know whats up with me
Talk down, you gon die you gon die
Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my wrist woo
When you see me out in LA, just know Im balling like Kobe woo