Ah Ah Ah Ahh Ah Ahh Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ahh Ah Ahh Ah I just took off to Mexico I bring the blicky out when it's cold The ice like a freezer, it’s too froze I won't respect you until you gone Just look at the cuban it's pragno I ain’t tryna come kick down yo door I'll never run fades with a hoe (ugh) I only run from the po' I'm never letting these racks go How they talk down on my name And they acting like they your bro's Heard they was down with the stain And they ratting out to the po' They treating this sh** like a game Til that 4.5 hit yo dome Lil smook in a whole different lane Ima call but i'm off road Ima call but i'm off road (yeah) Putting these lil n***as on hoes Remember times in the field with Lolo Selling rocks with the gang at school ohh Infinite shots like free throws n***a yeah, smook going beast mode Can’t text , leave you on seen hoe n***a I really came from the streets tho’ They thought I was slow, they thought I had nothing to do (Aye) they told me “Youngboy better go to school, or you ain't gon have no roof” And now I live in the hills with the crew Now I could afford a droptop Bentley coupe