text: Leggo
  Yeah, you know Im ridin with that sig 
  Come through in that Benz playin big 
  And we blow that gas, you can smell her 
  Aint shit chu could motherfuckin tell us 
  Man I heard a fake one talkin slick bout the kid 
  Tell the hoe we playin with the paper like a kid
  Bankroll they neck, thats the shit they just throat
  Hit the green lights, everybody on go 
  Yeah, thats the motherfuckin kid, bitch
  You know I got my city, bitch
  I say, you could get your wig split
  Go on and let me dim the white light, burn the white candles
  Get a white girl out her white dress, down to white sandals 
  The only stars in astrology thats making profits
  Prophets on the rocket, like my city, we dont need the comet
  And all that blasé, blasé, all that nonce, nonce
  My girl look like a Nicki Rihanna, Minaj, Grande Yonce
  There he go on a pedestal, you need better dude
  I told her that ABC not ABC, no public school they want to steel
  Still pushing packs, pushing on some mule shit
  Im over nightin and lbs relaxed on some cool shit
  When the sun go down we jump around we off the shits
  Dont under digg, the kids
  Leggo
  Yeah, you know Im ridin with that 6 
  Come through in that Benz playin big 
  And we blow that gas, you can smell her 
  Aint shit chu could motherfuckin tell us 
  Man I heard a fake one talkin slick bout the kid 
  Tell the hoe we playin with the paper like a kid
  Bankroll they neck, thats the shit they just throat
  Hit the green lights, everybody on go 
  Yeah, thats the motherfuckin kid, bitch
  You know I got my city, bitch
  I say, you could get your wig split
  Yeah its the motherfuckin kid bitch
  You know I got my sig bitch
  You can get your wig split
  My shoes from Italy fuck you aint feelin me
  Cause issues we aint livin it makin mills for my children
  Steady stackin my bills without Hillary
  In the streets a nigga plugged in like auxiliary
  God willing I keep killing all these tracks and shit
  I been selling crack so long I got calluses
  Wrapping mid up that just fell of a big truck
  Ridin with sticks cause I got a name Im establishin
  Blunt filled wit green, pockets filled with cabbage
  Word to ? we some young money savages
  I just called two hoes and they gon blow me like a clarinet
  Yeah, you know Im ridin with that sig 
  Come through in that Benz playin big 
  And we blow that gas, you can smell her 
  Aint shit chu could motherfuckin tell us 
  Man I heard a fake one talkin slick bout the kid 
  Tell the hoe we playin with the paper like a kid
  Bankroll they neck, thats the shit they just throat
  Hit the green lights, everybody on go 
  Yeah, thats the motherfuckin kid, bitch
  You know I got my city, bitch
  I say, you could get your wig split
  Designer, on my momma
  Fresh shit like Obama, I probably get that going wind
  See all the brick we just be blowin them
  Hustle gang
  Listen up if I say a duck or pull a truck
  Dont ask something, .45 hook your lil ass up
  And guess what
  If I see a flick or pull a tree
  But dont be starin at me
  Man Im a G, thats some shit today you rarely see
  I been trappin since all I day was a prayer and a key
  Man, ou get caught I bet you sing like a parakeet
  They say the proof is in the pudding, you dont see it, aint lookin
  Man I-I-Im certified, spread from Cali to Brooklyn
  In the chi, Im providing all the hoods with sugar
  Im super solid, pure gangster til my casket
  Respect or we gon blast for that
  Yeah, you know Im ridin with that sig 
  Come through in that Benz playin big 
  And we blow that gas, you can smell her 
  Aint shit chu could motherfuckin tell us 
  Man I heard a fake one talkin slick bout the kid 
  Tell the hoe we playin with the paper like a kid
  Bankroll they neck, thats the shit they just throat
  Hit the green lights, everybody on go 
  Yeah, thats the motherfuckin kid, bitch
  You know I got my city, bitch
  I say, you could get your wig split