[Hook]
Don't let us catch you lacking, catch your a** in traffic
sh** is gon' get hectic, riding with that Mac-10
Woop, there go the police, act like you don't know me
Smoking 'til I OD, bankroll never folding
I done seen some b**hes, pulled up then I get them
Tell them b**hes get it, if you wanna fit in
Four thousand for this Moncler, I buy 20 a year
Don't give a f** if the sun come, b**h I'm the sun's son
[Verse 1]
Something like a light pole, riding with my 'Sciples
Them Black Disciples, in case you ain't know
I ain't got no jet yet, finna go and get that
I buy it, I fit it, throws out, I sh** it
Riding in the Range Rover, all I do is change clothes
All I do is change hoes, all I do is change bros
I can't have the same bros, n***as act like snake hoes
Bouncing like a kango, but they wanna hang tho
[Hook]
Don't let us catch you lacking, catch your a** in traffic
sh** is gon' get hectic, riding with that Mac-10
Woop, there go the police, act like you don't know me
Smoking 'til I OD, bankroll never folding
I done seen some b**hes, pulled up then I get them
Tell them b**hes get it, if you wanna fit in
Four thousand for this Moncler, I buy 20 a year
Don't give a f** if the sun come, b**h I'm the sun's son
[Verse 2]
Riding up Lawrence, see it then I cop it
Pistol, I'ma flop it, fop it, pop it
Riding in a red truck, looking like a damn Blood
Suwu to them damn bloods, cuz to them damn crips
My n***as coming doing hits, don't give no f** 'bout no camera
When I look in the mirror, I see a rich n***a
Remember when I was broke on Front Street, selling D
And catching felonies, now get back to me, melodies
Aye, still Dipset
Since 20-O-8
Now it's 2014
b**h, and I get my own cake
Get my steak and I eat my own plate
I smoke my own blunts
I blow my own gun
I rep my whole clique, n***a
And I'm the youngest n***a
I got the mothaf**ing Logitech
I got the f**ing finest b**h
Ball got some fine b**hes too
Ball got some dime b**hes too
Me and Bally Ball riding in Lambo
Lambo like 'ello
Like shawty 'ello
Done it all, b**h, I'm mellow
Pull strings like a chello
I ain't blue b**h I'm yellow
'Bout my green mothaf**er, b**h I'm ghetto
You ain't talking green don't call my cello
'Bout green then I push it to the metal
Then I roll me a 'rello