Uh. Its young Khalifa man. Paper Plane Gang. Alba one young. Aye shout out to my brother Spitter man. I just wanted to say that. Yea. And  your bitch could see this shit from across the street nigga. Its pimpin over here. Macaroni. Ta-Ha!. Kush & Orange Juice nigga. What up Chevy. Jerm I see you. Cardo on the beat. . I don't love em. I don't chase em I duck em. Smoke somethin. Go to winter states. Soon as I fuck em. Niggas be pressed for pussy. It aint nothing. Instead of worrying bout who that bitch fucking. Why don't you get you some money. 9 times outta 10 she see me stunting. Game runnin. Wanna know my hotel and who phone to ring when she comin. I keep it a hunned. Get love from the hoes. But its money over bitches nothing above it. Like the weed loud like my engine when I speed up. bitches holdin they weave rollin trees. With they pretty feets up. Them suckas often imitate but they can't be us. So super how look in the sky when you wan see me bruh. Cut my speakers up. Drowning out what the critics say. Just continue to smoke and remain G as fuck. Polo socks match my Polo hat. She leave once its a known fact. That she aint comin back. Now Taylor Gang that. And aint shit change but the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes. And I be the blinder with the diamonds in my big chains. Heavy in the game lil homie im doin big thangs. And them bitches they mesmerized they recognize I keep it so G (I keep it so G I keep it so G). Get you some money fucking with me. Yea yea yea yea uh. I don't love em. I don't chase em. I duck em. Try to get paper outta fuck and don't know shit about her. I'll take you up where its cloudy. And when them lames still rocking Prada I'll go to Louis and blow a couple thousands. One of my baddest bitches. Rollin up while I'm drivin. And she don't even smoke. Just hit it once while she light it. My game tight. Sail a sonnet. Them niggas just playin aint really balling. Sayin they being honest. Claiming that's yo wife but we can't call it. She all in my hotel suite at 3 in the morning. Taking her clothes off. Inhaling weed and coughing. Aint her first time chiefin but say she don't do this often. Since I was 16 I had all the intentions to keep it G. Take niggas hoes and smoke hella tree's wit em. And spree your team. You niggas in the stand you just lookin. And imma pro to these rookies. And the plan is still paper over pussy. And aint shit change but the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes. And I be the blinder with the diamonds in my big chains. Heavy in the game lil homie im doin big thangs. And them bitches they mesmerized they recognize I keep it so G (I keep it so G I keep it so G). Get you some money fucking with me. Yea yea yea yea uh. Yea nigga. This shit just don't sound cool. This what we go to sleep to. Wake up to. Kush and Orange Juice nigga. Yea. Got yo bitch cookin them cheese eggs too. Got paper in my pockets. Taylor Gang wassup. I see yall niggas man. Fucked over this year its a rap. Ha ha ha haa yea. We don't want no more sucka shit ever