Costly

Aye, where he get that beat from? Woozy! I just be wild with these ratchets in traffic

These niggas be tryna take your soul away

Yeah, I remember them days of making it happen, so I took the harder way

Nah, little boy, I understand how you talking

I had a part to play

Out the gun raisin', it ain't even snowing, but you can ice skate

Bossy, bossy, bossy, bossy, flossy, flossy, bossy, bossy, flossy, flossy, bossy, bossy

Everything get costy, costy

Yeah, you know we talky, talky

When they talking gun involvement

But you better move across you

Shooter with me when I do passing

Saucy, saucy, bossy, bossy

These are something costy, costy

The label pay me bands to walk

My label pay me

That Jeep can make a Willy Wonka

Rock skinny jeans on Tony Hawk

I'm back hard like I never lost it

Chrome Heart glasses, I'ma march it

Better not play it, don't play

We can't slime in the red

We gonna find out where they stay and shoot up the whole place

Uh-uh, bitch, I go crazy, bitch, on the low, bitch

And I pop my shit, that's why they looking

Uh, G-O-D, ID, lil' baby from the three

Yeah, these choppers shoot threes

I'm with Key, that's my twin

Same mom and daddy

These men with this Glock on me

Guess that's it, we was just vibing with some friends

I just be wild with these ratchets in traffic

These niggas be tryna take your soul away

Yeah, I remember them days of making it happen, so I took the harder way

Nah, little boy, I understand how you talking

I had a part to play

Out the gun raisin', it ain't even snowing, but you can ice skate

Bossy, bossy, bossy, bossy, flossy, flossy, bossy, bossy, flossy, flossy, bossy, bossy

Everything get costy, costy

Yeah, you know we talky, talky

When they talking gun involvement

But you better move across you

Shooter with me when I do passing

Bossy, bossy, nigga know I'm flossy, flossy

So I got randoms shooting collar, collar, talking about they gonna bury me

Yeah, I ride with sticks and so many Glocks, these niggas ain't gon' play with me

And my low-key a Hellcat and a Cherokee

Yeah, my mom get anything she want

She so proud of me

Yeah, I walk every song getting big

Yeah, I'm proud of me

Lil' boy, what is you doing? 2016, I was shooting that molly, getting to it

Mike Amiri jeans stuck like a turkey, ooh

She asked me why I got my guard up

I came from the hood

Y'all nigga ain't gonna spark nothing

Nah, y'all ain't out of fluid

Y'all niggas start the beef up, we gonna finish y'all in the hood

Y'all niggas start the beef up, we gonna shoot the chopper so good

I just be wild with these ratchets in traffic

These niggas be tryna take your soul away

Yeah, I remember them days of making it happen, so I took the harder way

Nah, little boy, I understand how you talking

I had a part to play

Out the gun raisin', it ain't even snowing, but you can ice skate

Bossy, bossy, bossy, bossy, flossy, flossy, bossy, bossy, flossy, flossy, bossy, bossy

Everything get costy, costy

Yeah, you know we talky, talky

When they talking gun involvement

But you better move across you

Shooter with me when I do passing