Skii Gang, nigga (Thanks, Yakree), ayy, on gang Nigga, yeah, ayy, let´s do it
Yeah, in this bitch high as a plane
I kind of feel like a pilot Yeah, I like to come off the brain I never did none to write it (To write it) Yeah, can never switch up on the gang Know I keep them right beside me (Beside me) Yeah, I take your lil´ ho, do my thing Then I pass her right to Grimy (On God) Yeah, I done turn into a star So I had to go up my pricing (Yeah) Yeah, swear yo´ lil´ bitch like to eat This bitch suck me up like a Dyson (Ugh) Yeah, no, you cannot hit my weed This shit here be punching like Tyson (Damn) Like how the fuck I ride the beat? But I don´t even got me a license (What the fuck?)
Bitch, I done went ran up my paper, now I guess these niggas don´t like me (On God)
I walked in the store, I was regular, came out that bitch, I was icy (Ice, yeah) ´Member they left me on seen, now all theses hoes tryna write me I smell like that gas, so the kid asking me, "Is you high?" Nigga, I might be Ran up that bag, I been stacking my pape´ to the sky Gettin´ checks like it´s Nike (On God) I don´t even need the designer, I know I´m that guy, take yo´ bitch in a white tee (What?) This bitch a baddie and she got that water, oh, damn, I think she a Pisces (Ugh) Been chasing that bag the whole summer, bitch, think I´m a plumber She like, "Can you pipe me?" (Damn) These niggas be stealin´ my flow, probably go on YouTube, typin´ Luh Tyler type beats
Lil´ nigga, I stay on the road, I been doin´ these shows I just ran up a light G, yeah A hundred grand, niggas ain´t never seen that (Yeah) I walk in them door and I´m lookin´ for gas My brothernem like, "Where the lean at?" (Where the lean?) Say she want me and my brother, let´s get in the ring Man, I guess that we team taggin´ I hop on the mic and get groovy, the niggas should signin´ for movies ´Cause they just gon´ keep actin´ Lately, I been in my bag, I been chasing them bands, nigga, I´m just gon´ keep stacking (I´m stacking) Nigga, my brodie ain´t playin´, make you put up yo´ hands
Yeah, my brodie be heat packing (Fah) This bitch done got on my nerves, I just might fuck her friend ´Cause the lil´ bitch just keep nagging (She nagging) Why that boy all on the ´Gram, acting like he got bands? That nigga know he cap I fucked around, jumped on the mic and got rich off the fans So I´ma just keep rappin´ (On God) Anytime I´m on the mic, they gon´ turn up the speakers Them niggas like, "He snappin´"
Yeah, in this bitch high as a plane I kind of feel like a pilot (Feel like a pilot) Yeah, I like to come off the brain
I never did none to write it (Did none to write it) Yeah, can never switch up on the gang Know I keep them right beside me (On God) Yeah, I take your lil´ ho, do my thing (Ugh) Then I pass her right to Grimy (On God) Yeah, I done turn into a star So I had to go up my pricing (What?) Yeah, swear yo´ lil´ bitch like to eat This bitch suck me up like a Dyson (Ugh) Yeah, no, you cannot hit my weed This shit here be punching like Tyson (Like Tyson, nigga) Like how the fuck I ride the beat? But I don´t even got me a license (I don´t got me a license, nigga)