[ Featuring YMOUS ]
Sun is beaming on my black and white Vans
We call them cans
Couple dogs came over looking for drugs
Come get your mans
Pencil and pen in my hands, my penmanship is outstanding
Tryna buy up a gram and get me some diamonds dancing
Vanishing at the sight of 12
Might as well
Pass it
The bag came back empty
I told y'all to make it last
Look, the sun went down, it gave us rain
Never entertain bitches that f*ck with you a couple days
That's the shit I hate
Making plates before we grab the cake
Never pull up late, behind on rent
Looking to push cocaine
So I could rap like Freddie Gibbs
I'd probably stay the same
Just with a clip in my back pocket protecting my name
They making movies like a block away
Stop and shot who talk today
Flew out a couple A-pluses, that's cap
Really, we muscle the pack
Finna be lugging it back
You gotta be tougher than that
Shit, you gotta be tougher than that
Wait until we on the map
Just threw off a couple racks
Possibly running it back
All of it coming in stacks
Shawty be all on my line, we probably finna f*ck to that
Cautiously coming with raps, probably coming for plaques
Put y'all f*cking money where your mouth is
It's mouse in the house bitch
We know you ain't about shit
All black fit with the chrome make a outfit
