Wanna be hood baby, then come join
Rockin´ Gucci socks with Air Force Ones
Poppin´ big shit, yeah, I´m the one
Lock in the pots and we beat ´em off the stove
Gotit talk to ´em, all this drip I´m pursuin´

If my brother got beef, I´m chewin´
Thirty-three shots, lil´ nigga, Patrick Ewing
I´d rather fuck her friend ´fore I leave her alone
Insecure ´bout a bitch? No
Ridin´ with the sticks like G.I. Joe
Peep a nigga game, nigga, dead on the low
Investin´ in the trap, got bags in the floor
Everywhere I trap, got racks on the sofa
Nigga too close, you ain´t hear the car beep
Back-up camera, yeah don´t got me
Cameras on the truck, TV gon´ see
When I head to the shows, SB with me

Wipe a nigga down, that´s ???[0:47]
Mama so proud we on TV
Pearls ´round my neck, them CCs
The label cut the check, run the bag by me

Move all the hate so I can see
Neck on froze, that´s zero degrees
Reached all my goals, I´ma have ???
I don´t give a fuck if she stay or she leave
Yeah, I´m a born superstar
Young nigga shit, I was ridin´ in a Porsche
Know about me, hundred shots, get aborted
Now they want no smoke, now they ass tryna sort it
Bitches gettin´ crunk, yeah, I hit ´em with a cover
Bank account long, lotta zeros, lotta commas
A nigga stand where he get hit, gon´ stumble
Real G.O.A.T. shit, I´ma teach you to do numbers

Wanna be hood baby, then come join
Rockin´ Gucci socks with Air Force Ones
Poppin´ big shit, yeah, I´m the one

Lock in the pots and we beat ´em off the stove
Gotit talk to ´em, all this drip I´m pursuin´
If my brother got beef, I´m chewin´
Thirty-three shots, lil´ nigga, Patrick Ewing
I´d rather fuck her friend ´fore I leave her alone
Insecure ´bout a bitch? No
Ridin´ with the sticks like G.I. Joe
Peep a nigga game, nigga, dead on the low
Investin´ in the trap, got bags in the floor
Everywhere I trap, got racks on the sofa
Nigga too close, you ain´t hear the car beep
Back-up camera, yeah don´t got me
Cameras on the truck, TV gon´ see
When I head to the shows, SB with me

I want millions, millions and trillions
A lot of hundreds, old hundreds to the ceilin´

They fakin´, they flodgin´, they dodgin´ all the realest
Supercharged truck gon´ catch you, nigga, in an instant
Back then, nigga ain´t have too much
Now everything I do go up
I don´t never hate, just wish luck
From opps, yeah, up and it´s stuck
Mind on the murder
Yeah, about me, hood babies in a hurry
Runnin´ up a bag, yeah, jumpin´ over hurdles
I´m gon´ cop the Wraith with the mothafuckin´ curtains

Wanna be hood baby, then come join
Rockin´ Gucci socks with Air Force Ones
Poppin´ big shit, yeah, I´m the one
Lock in the pots and we beat ´em off the stove

Gotit talk to ´em, all this drip I´m pursuin´
If my brother got beef, I´m chewin´
Thirty-three shots, lil´ nigga, Patrick Ewing
I´d rather fuck her friend ´fore I leave her alone
Insecure ´bout a bitch? No
Ridin´ with the sticks like G.I. Joe
Peep a nigga game, nigga, dead on the low
Investin´ in the trap, got bags in the floor
Everywhere I trap, got racks on the sofa
Nigga too close, you ain´t hear the car beep
Back-up camera, yeah don´t got me
Cameras on the truck, TV gon´ see
When I head to the shows, SB with me