All-white tracksuit, dope boy with the Kangals Step out fresh as fuck, I can't stop saggin', that's that bankroll Still a young nigga, pull up SRT Durango He trippin', think I'm slippin', 30 got Drac' in the raincoat I ain't with that clique, wanna stay down, I'm with the same bros I'm from Atlanta, this shit small, we hit the same ho Got this bitch beatin', shit ain't boomin', I think his trap closed Been sittin' on that work for a while, still got the same 'bow
Alright, okay, I guess he lackin' clientele I'm gettin' all these bags like a fat bitch eat the meat off the rib I got aim and, plus an OD soul, punch the teeth out your grill That 40 Gang, stand by 'em right or wrong, gon' sound like Brian Steel I get that dot, bet they pull up, jump out and overkill Two niggas post up drinkin' Sprite, .30 shoot both of them Hope he don't run up, think it's sweet, he catch one to the belly Better not be outside after dark, chase him with a machete
All-white tracksuit, dope boy with the Kangals Step out fresh as fuck, I can't stop saggin', that's that bankroll Still a young nigga, pull up SRT Durango He trippin', think I'm slippin', 30 got Drac' in the raincoat I ain't with that clique, wanna stay down, I'm with the same bros I'm from Atlanta, this shit small, we hit the same ho Got this bitch beatin', shit ain't boomin', I think his trap closed (ah, ah) Been sittin' on that work for a while, still got the same 'bow
BK tryna bounce out with no shirt, nigga, put your clothes on You lackin' while it's crackin' with no traffic Boy, better beat your toes (baow, baow, that shit so slow) How in the hell is you street when you cut the cheese? The fuck, did you forget the code? At one of my shows, I was gon' fuck up a fan 'Cause I ain't like how he approached
Don't tell me that you was a fan when you wasn't there When I rapped on the phone You can't be my bitch and like no rappers Ho, stop singin' the songs I don't wanna hear no rhyme come out your mouth if it's not shit I wrote I swear I'm not no narcissist, bitch I'm the captain of this boat
I'm just tryna change my life around and keep my nose clean (slat) Not tryna get into no more bullshit No more X and no more lean (none of that) She keep talkin' about my walk She asked why the fuck I drag my feet Bitch, mind your business I got a fat-ass KRISS Vec' by my meat
All-white tracksuit, dope boy with the Kangals Step out fresh as fuck, I can't stop saggin', that's that bankroll Still a young nigga, pull up SRT Durango He trippin', think I'm slippin', 30 got Drac' in the raincoat I ain't with that clique, wanna stay down, I'm with the same bros I'm from Atlanta, this shit small, we hit the same ho Got this bitch beatin', shit ain't boomin', I think his trap closed Been sittin' on that work for a while, still got the same 'bow
