It's young Khalifa man
Paper Plane Gang
5 0 1 young
Aye shout out to my brother Spitta man
I just wanted to say that
And your b**ch could see this sh*t from across the street ni**a
It's pimpin' over here
Macaroni
Ta Ha
Kush and Orange Juice ni**a
What up Chevy
Jerm I see you
Cardo On The Beat
Uh I don't love 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
Smoke somethin'
Go to a new state soon as I f**k 'em
Niggas be pressed for p**sy
It ain't nothing
Instead of worrying about who that b**ch f**kin'
Why don't you get you some money
9 times out of 10 she see me stuntin'
Game running
Wanna know my hotel
And who phone to ring when she coming
I keep it a hundred
Get love from the hoes but it's
Money over b**ches
Nothing above it
Like the w**d loud
Like my engine when I speed up
B**ches holding they weave
Rolling trees
With they pretty feets up
Them suckas often imitate
But they can't be us
So super high
Look in the sky when you wanna see me bruh
Cut my speakers up
Drowning out what the critics say just
Continue to smoke and remain G as f**k
Polo socks match my Polo hat
She leave once it's a known fact
That she ain't coming back
Now Taylor Gang that
And ain't sh*t change
But the amount of horses in my motor
When I switch lanes
And I beat 'em blinding
With them diamonds in my big chain
Heavy in the game little homie
I'm doing big things
And them b**ches they mesmerized
They recognize
I keep it so G I keep it so G
Get you some money f**kin' with me f**kin' with me
I don't love 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
Try to get paper
How the f**ker don't know sh*t about her
I take you up where it's cloudy
Ain't one them lames still rockin' Prada
I go to Louie and blow a couple thousand
One of my baddest b**ches
Rollin' up while I'm driving
And she don't even smoke
Just hit it once while she light it
My game tight seal and sign it
Them niggas just playing
Ain't really ballin'
Saying they being honest
Claiming that's your wife
But we can't call it
She all in my hotel suite
At 3 in the morning
Taking her clothes off
Inhaling w**d and coughing
Ain't her first time chiefing
But say she don't do this often
Since I was 16
I had all the intentions to keep it G
Take niggas hoes
And smoke hella trees with 'em
As for your team
You niggas in the stands you just lookin'
I'm a pro to these rookies
And plan is still paper over p**sy
And ain't sh*t change
But the amount of horses in my motor
When I switch lanes
And I beat 'em blinding
With them diamonds in my big chain
Heavy in the game little homie
I'm doing big things
And them b**ches they mesmerized
They recognize
I keep it so G I keep it so G
Get you some money f**kin' with me f**kin' with me
Yeah ni**a this sh*t just don't sound cool
This what we go to sleep to wake up to
Kush and Orange Juice ni**a
Got your b**ch cooking them cheese eggs too
Got paper in my pocket
Taylor Gang what's up
See y'all niggas man
We done f**ked over 'em this year it's a wrap
Hahahaha yeah
We don't want no more sucker sh*t ever