F*ck them bitches they don't know what seb bout
I'm finna pull up
Bitches showin' out shakin ass on the gram
It's been quiet so you know I gotta drop my tape on you niggas
Pullin' up in the rari
Like I'm dancin' with Sexyy Red bitch
My car way more than your bitch
Nigga I'm sitting on a rack you can't assist
I don't even really flow like this but I been on that shit
Poppin' tags on a bag
If you ain't from my hood you can get the f*ck out
Get the f*ck out
Get the f*ck out
Get the f*ck out
They said they ain't heard from seb in a while
I been doing my shit stayin' on the low
Boppin' up in Greece
I don't even gotta say it too much
I'm in the Bronx
Putting you niggas in the trunk
I don't even gotta front
Bitch I was made for this
I don't gotta stay for this
I done made my bags ten times
You bitches can't play with this
If you was in the lead you would follow me
Imma stand on my word you niggas ain't gotta never succeed
If you ain't from my hood you can get the f*ck out
Get the f*ck out
Get the f*ck out
Get the f*ck out