(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin´?)
Yeah, ah, woah (Saucey)

Oh, five times, nigga, hit my brother with that iron, he ain´t die and you know he shot back

I been missin´ Kay since I told her for to go and I know she´ll never come back
Millionaire with no million-dollar house, you do you and I´m good with that
Nene left and they saw I was sad, saw me down, thought I´d never shake back
Put a twenty on top of that twenty, come out forty mil´, and I´m fuckin´ with that
In the booth like the trap and I´m servin´, the man of the year, that´s the number-one plaque
They ain´t want me to win when I turned up my swag
At the Holiday Inn with a secondary strap
I done stopped over here for to fuck with my bills, I´m gon´ slime my way back to the Nawf after that
He watch the rearview, he know if it´s gon´ only come out with his head on the dash

No, they don´t like me but I keep my foot on they neck, and they know that I step on the gas
Know that my brother, he gotta get mutual respect and if you disrespect, that´s your ass
I did this shit that´s forever gon´ sit on my heart
For that bag, it was part of the plan

He is a lost soul survivor
And assassination been attempted from rivals
And he say that they all gon´ die
When talons fly, they wanna wash away your life, who they desire

Drop a bag, leave him dead for the shit that he said
He been focused on rap, and I´m straight with the killing

Get the drop, I been waitin´, but I know we gon´ get it
Youngin´ bangin´ the strap at the top of his fitted
Thirty shots at the car, and they still ain´t hit me
I be fine ´cause I know that my ancestor with me
I be aided all night too whenever I´m out
Took the top off that Audi, turned that bitch to a sprinter
I took so many losses and came out a winner
On the block, I´ma clap ´em when we up in the winter
They know that a nigga been dealin´ with feelings
I´m not lovin´ these women or fuckin´ with niggas
Look at myself, I see blood on the picture
Remove ´em and then I get back to them digits
I throw a fifty, that tension, the ditch him

The reason he slumped, DOA in the Bentley
They don´t know everything I did for this
Bang it off back-to-back, I live for this
In the northside sick, they ain´t cure the kid
See that boy out of line and I zip the bitch
I give these niggas a energy kick
In the Benz with a Spider and a eight in that bitch
Standin´ on business, I cater the list
Leave him dead in a foreign on the side his kid

He is a lost soul survivor
And assassination been attempted from rivals
And he say that they all gon´ die
When talons fly, they wanna wash away your life, who they desire

I keep you rollin´, this life that I chosen, got the one creep up on me

I be posted where the sun don´t shine
And this the life of a shotta, I say that it´s so deep (And, oh)
(Get it on ´til we can´t for YoungBoy, sendin´ shots through the night)
(Lone soul, stuntin´ down, no, he ain´t, say he gon´ be the last one to survive)