You know I keep my circle small, yeah Couple niggas, couple bros, yeah

Middle fingers to the law, yeah Middle fingers to the law, yeah

Fuck, pull up the jack, yeah, yeah Roll up the stacks, yeah, yeah

Fuck off a bank, bro, yeah, fuck off a bank, bro

You know we gon' ball together, yeah Hit the club and fuck it all together, hell, yeah

You my nigga, you my dog forever, yeah If you got beef, I'm involved, my nigga, hell, yeah, yeah

Yeah, burnin' on hot, but the block cold Tesla runnin' through potholes

Chicken and waffles like Roscoe's Blow through the paper, no snot nose

Live for the day, only God knows Black diamonds lookin' like charcoal

Flied out to Vegas, I did it no favor They haters buy paintings and art, so

Got a condo down in Biscayne, yeah Left 20 bands on a plane, yeah

Airbnb for the gang, yeah On the same street, Lil Wayne, yeah

She wanna Burke and fuck the child support Got it covered all across the board

So much Gucci need to sponsor for it All her family drippin' sauce award

I met the game, Mr. Haslam Fight on the court by the basket

Got a bitch with me, she classy I call her Angela Bassett

Ball, my nigga Bugatti and all, my nigga

Ten out of mall, my nigga Fuck out the mullahs

Surrounded by shooters The truth is I did it for y 'all, my nigga

You know we gon' ball together, yeah Hit the club and fuck it all together, hell, yeah

You my nigga, you my dog forever, yeah If you got beef, I'm involved, my nigga, hell, yeah, yeah

Look, ain't too many niggas that I fuck with My circle small, cause I don't really trust shit

Got a couple real niggas that I fuck with They my day one niggas who I stuck with

You know we gon' ball together, yeah Hit the club and fuck it all together, hell, yeah

You my nigga, you my dog forever, yeah If you got beef, I'm involved, my nigga, hell, yeah, yeah

Been a man for the tape drop Fuck a bitch, I can't cuff thots

Went from Roman noodles, ripped socks Nice money in the mailbox

Niggas hatin' cause I'm up next Fuck next, bitch, I'm up now

Any nigga that be talkin' that shit I bet that lil' nigga get gunned down

Four cooks in the world, lil' nigga Got your bitch and she good

On the block, day and night, lil' bro You don't even be in the hood

I run up her back and I text me a check I got me a check so you know I'ma flex

You know I'ma flex and I'm flexin' the best Rich nigga, I'm paid and you know that I'm blessed

Blessed

They don't wanna see me winning Cause I be on my dark skin, shit

They don't wanna see me winning Cause I be on my clock and shit

They don't wanna see me winning Cause I be on my dark skin, shit

They don't wanna see me winning Cause I be on my clock and shit

So I keep my circle small, yeah Couple niggas, couple bros, yeah

Middle fingers to the law, yeah Middle fingers to the law, yeah

Fuck, pull up the jack, yeah, yeah Roll up the stacks, yeah, yeah

Fuck off her back, bro, yeah Fuck off her back, bro

You know we gon' ball together, yeah Hit the club and fuck it all together, hell yeah

You my nigga, you my dog forever, yeah If you got beef, I'm involved, my nigga, hell yeah, yeah