[Intro]
(Ayy Southside, where you get all that drip?)
(808 Mafia)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm out on bond and I'm poppin'
Can't stop me from coppin' a new Maserati
Shorty so bad, she spoiled, she rotten
She steppin' out, she'll catch a body
Patek Philipe, I don't want her
The face, I done busted out that, can't be modest
Go, go, niggas get digged
She look at me some' like a pilot
Drinkin' the lean with the molly
Don't get my deposit, I'm startin' a riot
All these hitters are wildin'
You can't do no'n 'bout it, you gotta be violent
All you did was look at my pic
She study my flow just like scholars
Three phones ringin' at one time
Just a young dopeboy swangin' narcotic
Four hoes callin' at one time
All of 'em 'bout it, they all about it
I got this jawn, Columbian
She sittin', she waitin' in the lobby
I got some problems
Soon as I seen the Phantom, I had to go cop it
Moncler, right there
Your wife wanna gimme the sloppy
Top dogs, look at ya dogs
He iced up in the Cavalli
Trap house, beatin' at the door
Gotta look like a pep rally
They wanna throw some salt on the gang
And we about to send 'em some shotty's
Soon as you see that chrome to your brain
You ain't gonna do non' but potty
[Chorus]
Made it out the streets cold
I gotta get me some cake
Ran it up, stuck to the street code
Never mind all the fake
Hun'ed-pound bale load
Built up on the crate
Drop down low
Hit 'em with the yellow tape (Brrt)
[Verse 2]
Whole lotta check on me
Whole lot, whole lotta check on me (Brrt)
Whole lotta baguettes on me
Whole lot, whole lotta baguettes on me (Brrt)
Hun'ed pills o' X on me
Gotta keep a bag o' the X on me (Brrt)
Hit 'em up like Bruce Lee
I'm 'bout go hype it like Bruce Lee (Brrt)
Water all down my shoulda, water
Water all down my sleeve (Brrt)
I had went passed my quota
After I whipped up bakin' soda (Brrt)
I had the rack attack
I'm 'bout to cook up straight with that (Brr)
You 'bout to make me spazz
You 'bout to make me spend this cash (Brrt)
Whole lotta check on me
Whole lot, whole lotta check on me (Brrt)
Whole lotta baguettes on me
Whole lot, whole lotta baguettes on me (Brrt)
You can't flex on me
You'll never be able to flex on me (Brrt)
Hold yo' nuts, on me
They 'bout to place they bets on me (Brrt)
VVS on me
They 'bout to to put a hex on me (Brrt)
Hoppin' in jets like me
I got 'em hoppin' these jets like me (Brr)
Hundreds gold chains at least
I got me some' hundred gold chains at least (Brr)
You can tote the heat
But you gotta always share that freak
[Chorus]
Made it out the streets cold
I gotta get me some cake
Ran it up, stuck to the street code
Never mind all the fake
Hundred-pound bale load
Built up on the crate
Drop down low
Hit 'em witta yellow tape (Brrt)
[Verse 3]
Drop down, get your eagle on
Young nigga lettin' a desert eagle go
Free game or the free bricks?
I can hit you with the Lamborghini flow
Couple stains and a couple licks
What we done did at Valero?
Got my money counter with me, yeah
Got it jumpin' in, I got the nitro
Lamborghini, tryna pop a wheelie
In this motherfucker like Rico
If I was in the streets
They'll pro'ly try to charge me, R.I.C.O
STL [?]
But my 21 be family, though
La Familia, only way we ride
If you gotta die, then you gotta go
Couple sides with me come through
This is Freebandz, the mob though
Lookin' like Chapo
The whole hood lookin' like Chapo (Brrt)
Lookin' like robbas
Whole hood lookin' like mobstas (Brrt)
Sleep with your carbon
Always go to sleep with your carbon (Brrt)
Swerve out the margins
Swervin' all outside the margins (Brrt)
I came barkin'
I was down bad, I was starvin' (Brrt)
Bigger than Tarzan
My data look like Verizon (Brrt)
Y'all like stacks and ass
But don't tell nobod' I'm ya boyfriend
[Chorus]
Made it out the streets cold
I gotta get me some cake
Ran it up, stuck to the street code
Never mind all the fake
Hun'ed-pound bale load
Built up on the crate
Drop down low
Hit 'em with the yellow tape (Brrt)
[Outro]
Whole lotta check on me
Whole lot, whole lotta check on me (Brrt)
Whole lotta baguettes on me
Whole lot, whole lotta baguettes on me (Brrt)
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