[Verse 1: Lona]
Wake up, strap up my dungarees
Hit the streets, with my gees
Dripping steez, mind at ease
No stress, screaming west
Like I'm Pac with a vest, man I'm feeling so blessed
Ran into a bad little broad who said she like the way I dress
Saw that thing poking, said let me grab so I know it's real
Got her number, that's that H-Town trill
She was so picture perfect, I'm stuck on it still
I'm stuck on it still
[Hook 1: Lona]
Riding with the homies, haters is hating on me
Kick game like Balotelli, ain't nothing that you could tell me
[Hook 2: Lona]
We just young boys trying to be young dons
We just young boys trying to help our moms
We just young boys trying to be young dons
We just young boys trying to help our moms
[Bridge: Lona]
Got to get it & I know I'm bout to
Got to get it & I know I'm bout to
Flow so sick you better call the doctor
Flow so sick you better call the uh
[Verse 2: Lona]
Illest flow theraflu
Got this girl love sick for about a year or two
So even when she say she don't care uh you do
Now there's a fool who in love with a brother who ain't good for you
Well at least that's what your friends say and I love you
Well at least that's what my pants say anyways
Once he heard this was my plan, my step pops said it's many to get paid
But I ain't hearing that cause I need real estate
Like Bill Gates
[Hook 1: Lona]
Riding with the homies, haters is hating on me
Kick game like Balotelli, ain't nothing that you could tell me
[Hook 2: Lona]
We just young boys trying to be young dons
We just young boys trying to help our moms
We just young boys trying to be young dons
We just young boys trying to help our moms
[Bridge: Lona]
Got to get it & I know I'm bout to
Got to get it & I know I'm bout to
Flow so sick you better call the doctor
Flow so sick you better call the uh