You know that shit, come on, you just know it's it.
Damn, James, James.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
Tripping the Chanel from the head down.
Hopping off a jet in the next town.
Feel my nigga sittin' in the feds now.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hard to count M and keep my head down.
I just left a famous bitch on red now.
I've been riding Lamborghini all red now.
Talking down on the gang, that boy dead now.
So my dick on the highway till I come, yeah.
I've been making major plays for my phone, yeah.
Talk to me nice little bitch, watch your tone, yeah.
I tell my bitch how to stuff a Vox Cone, yeah.
We had cookies on the yacht out in Italy.
Shorty wanted Henny with a sweet tea.
All of my forgiveness I see.
What you gonna tell a nigga like me?
I just kind of aim and keep my head down.
Tripping National F on the head down.
Hopping off a jet in the next town.
Feel my n***a sittin' in the fence now.
Hard to kind of empty my head now.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
It's hard to touch him and keep my head down.
The walls in the house are full of bread now.
I serve dubs on the staircase.
Now I specialize in air freight.
I bought a bus down for a bus down.
I'm in the A. Can you send another truck down?
Ball head, black Timbs in a big bag.
Big cow.
Ain't no kickback.
He got his chain took.
Can't get his shit back.
Riding in that old ass Benz and he rent that.
Yeah, I'm from the home of the gangbangers.
Bag full of brand new shit.
All game changers.
I just kind of aim and keep my head down.
Tripping national from the head down.
Hopping off a jet in the next town.
Feel my niggas sittin' in the fast now.
Oh, oh, oh.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Every day a payday, a great day.
Sitting back counting my late day.
Haters screaming Mayday, Mayday.
Nobody come and watch you fade away, Michael J. Game winner.
Hall of Fame glimmer.
Walker fame shimmer.
Chopping trees timber.
You a leaf trimmer.
I'm a chief member.
We're the real deal.
You a pretender.
No limits.
Give me seven digits.
See, every minute counts.
Said we living in it.
Heavy bags for the heavyweights.
Strap on the waist, you ain't ready, wait.
I just kind of aim and keep my head down.
Tripping the Chanel from the head down.
Hopping off a jet in the next town.
Feel my n***a sittin' in the feds now.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
