Yeah, let's go let's go
Ah-uh, let's go let's go
Skipass On The Beat Don't Mute It
Yeah, yeah, uh let's go, let's
I just made some racks from out da Weston wit' my boo (uh)
I just threw some racks from out da back and out da coupe (ohh)
They just put some racks up on my best friend and it's true
Well, we doin' fine nigga, how 'bout you? (uh)
I got Gucci shoes (yeah)
Baguettes on 'em too (yeah)
What's that in yo' booth, stop
This a twenty-two
Yeah, he did dirt but there ain't no proof
Dior prints up on me too
Off white prints on me too
Hermes links up on dese jewels
Play it safe, don't play it cool
You might sink up in this pool
All these bitches on our wave now
I don't know what to do
So much has changed, it's like a sleigh
How I didn't finished school
Change the weather like a May, wow
Hunnids in da booth
Most my niggas shoot, ah yeah
They'll shoot yah
You ain't sick, you too soft
Flick of da wrist and *poof* gone
Party wit' this tool on
Sales like he got coupons
Up and I just hit da booth and I go make a new song
And see I just met a chill lil' bitch when she had hoops on
Uh yeah, see I just met a chill lil' bitch, now she got Loubs' on
Mom ain't raise no fool, don't make no move until my shoes is on
Dior on my shoe tongue
Give a fuck whatchu on
Blowin' out like thirty on me and that's it, uh
Boy, I shouldn't even wear dese damn jeans, it can't fit (nah)
My brother like Van Gogh and all he do is paint shit (uh)
You niggas ain't dangerous (nah)
You niggas ain't stain shit
Uh, you niggas ain't stain shit (uh)
Bro got a Glock wit' a dick now
Please do not put up a fit but beam jawn thirty clip (uh)
Tell me how can I miss now?
Hollows knock his shit off
Sellin' hard like croutons
Cro slide back like moon walk
And I'm smokin' moon rock
Bro on da block wit' a new Glock
Who are the fuck are these new opps?
Blow like Houdini *poof* gone
Rub up the genie, cool off
Dat lil' boy movin' too soft
Got in the back of a cruiser
I don't want your love if it's fake love
We've been gettin' to da paper
Fuck 'em investigators, I ain't tryna pay her
In New York like a Ranger
Acoustic like an angel
Her favorite entertainer
I might just fuck da place up
Put them bands up in a safe, uh
Most my niggas shoot, ah yeah
They'll shoot yah
You ain't sick, you too soft
Flick of da wrist and *poof* gone
Party wit' dis tool on
Sales like he got coupons
Up and I just hit da booth and I go make a new song
And see I just met a chill lil' bitch when she had hoops on
Uh yeah, see I just met a chill lil' bitch, now she got Loubs' on
Mom ain't raise no fool, don't make no move until my shoes is on
Dior on my shoe tongue
Give a fuck whatchu on
Blowin' out like thirty on me and that's it, uh
Boy, I shouldn't even wear dese damn jeans, it can't fit (nah)
My brother like Van Gogh and all he do is paint shit (uh)
You niggas ain't dangerous (nah)
You niggas ain't stain shit uh
You niggas ain't stain shit
You niggas ain't dangerous
