From out the streets, became a millionaire
I know niggas started in the trap,
I bought jewelry and I still wear it
Came a long way with all my niggas,
fightin' two hundred years
I got that call, I lost my dawg,
and I don't know how to feel
Gotta stay on savage time,
I remember I ain't used to leave
'Member papi had the Mackie
I got my Glock, and laid 'em down,
That's why I moved to the Hills,
'Cause I ain't sure when my dawg
had to make the news reel
Got Promethazine in my eyes,
The streets left me cold- hearted,
Uh, that's why I'm on tour,
that's why my house a resort
That's why I got the four by four
I remember when I was low,
tryna trap in front of the store
Hop fences on the police,
from handcuffs to Rollies
These hoes didn't know a nigga,
now she claim she know me
I been countin' up the bag, yeah, yeah
I get the low on the bag,
Go get the birdie, birdie, nigga,
Thirty before thirty, I been settin' trends
Hop on the Forbes, I hop on the Forbes,
Bad bitch give me ya- ya in
Flooded my wrist, it's wet, wet,
wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
I'm 'bout to pack up the whole house,
put it inside the suitcase
Put my dick inside her mouth like
they all my roommates, huh
Ten in the bed, ten in the pool bed, huh
been trappin' for two days
If he rockin' with the opps, we
Got my Glock in the Dior,
Drip too hard, you can't ride this wave
Put my baby mama and my mom in a Bentayga