Now I’m wavin' to them ho’s
Still rock baker boy, there it go (Skrr)
See a bad bitch coastin' on, let me know, uh
I’ma pop out, pop out
I’ma pop out, ooh, ooh, pop out, uh
I’ma pop out, pop out
I’ma pop out, ooh, uh, pop out (Skrr)
Slide in Yokohama with yo' momma, how you doin'?
I just got a big bag, yeah, it’s straight from tourin'
Diamonds flexin', kickin' like Tekken
I think this nigga learned his lesson
Boss up yo' life, lil' bitch
Boss up yo' life, boss up yo' life, lil' bitch
Boss up yo' life, lil' bitch
Boss up yo' life, boss up yo' life, lil' bitch
I’m flooded by these clones
Gucci or Prada on me
on to through pain and all of these niggas sayin' they proud of lil' homie
Type of shit never mattered to me
Where was you at when my pockets was flat? I was by my lonely
Birds eye view like a hawk, they call me the black Tony
shottas only
shots only
Sorry Momma, I’m not going
pot growing
You know that it’s not, don’t you?
Slide in Yokohama with yo' momma, how you doin'?
I just got a big bag, yeah, it’s straight from tourin'
Diamonds flexin', kickin' like Tekken
I think this nigga learned his lesson
Boss up yo' life, lil' bitch
Boss up yo' life, boss up yo' life, lil' bitch
Boss up yo' life, lil' bitch
Boss up yo' life, boss up yo' life, lil' bitch