I'm too far gone (ah)

Yeah

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (bah)

Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (on gang, yeah)

Had to spread my wings to teach 'em all how to fly (yeah)

Yeah, you niggas square divided by pi

Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by (brrah)

But lil' homie know what's up with me

Talk down, you gon' die (you gon' die)

Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my wrist (woo)

When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe (woo)

I've been number one, bitch, don't need no trophy

Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I be balling like Kobe

Rolling down the 101, not no Zoey

I stay stacking with my twin for the win, Zack & Cody

You niggas be hating, Mister Moseby (Mister Moseby ass nigga)

Stackin' it up on lowkey (stack, stack, stack)

Stackin' up, rackin' up, triple OG (woo, stack)

Don't stress, stay blessed (yeah)

Get away from the phony (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (bah)

Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (on gang, yeah)

Had to spread my wings to teach 'em all how to fly (yeah)

Yeah, you niggas square divided by pi

Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by (brrah)

But lil' homie know what's up with me

Talk down, you gon' die (you gon' die)

Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my wrist (woo)

When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe (woo)

(Go, yeah)

Light that s**t up (go)

Walk in the spot, I'ma pipe that s**t up (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, them niggas hatin' my swag, them niggas so bitter (yeah)

I thought I told them lil' niggas

I'm hard hitter (taking that s**t to the heart)

Yeah, I thought I told you lil' niggas

I'm go getter (tell them lil' niggas, on God)

Pressure don't matter, like how could you fold nigga? (How could you, bitch? Oh my God)

Yeah, how could you let the hate sit in your soul, nigga? (How could that sit in your soul?)

Yeah, shorty a demon, a real soul switcher (oh my God, how did you know?)

Young n***a stepping on toes (go)

Handle that s**t like you grown (go)

Doin' this s**t on my lone, aye

I got that bag by my own

Fuck it, I'm in the zone

Ghost, like n***a I'm gone

Hop in that Ghost, I'm ghost, on God

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (bah)

Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (on gang, yeah)

Had to spread my wings to teach 'em all how to fly (yeah)

Yeah, you niggas square divided by pi

Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by (brrah)

But lil' homie know what's up with me

Talk down, you gon' die (you gon' die)

Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my wrist (woo)

When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe (woo)