Yeah-yeah, I'm that nigga, tryna get my stacks bigger We got members who clap niggas, FN cost a stack, get up Okay, yeah, I'm dolo, and I'm aimin' at your polo Finna make the Jumpman my logo, 'cause I jump out, shit go loco An-and they used to call me Lil' O, hit an M, bitch, now I'm big O Say you gon' spin, then come spin, ho Bitch must be geeked off them benzos Bitch, I don't need no break Whip SRT 'til it break, we kick shit more than sensei I want a K to start my day, I-I got the racks all in my face You get shots, don't leave no trace, yeah-yeah Two liter, fill it up with Tris Gucci sneaks, step on your face FN, Five-seveN, not my babe Shell catcher on, I leave no case I got the wheel, I'm finna leave the jakes, huh Bitch, I been hard, send shots at ten cars Lil' ho know I'm a big star, tie-dye Rick Owens jeans, retard Yeah, I got a stick on me right now, bitch, I can't lack, can't let up I had a MAC-11 with compressor, I had it under my momma dresser I wake up, every day play dress up You don't gotta rock no vest, aim at your neck up Pulled up in a, yeah, black truck Everythin' I do, yeah, that's tough Ha-hah, my bitch tough, my fit tough 911, get picked up, yeah The FN tucked, my ninja, yeah I ain't even wanna say nigga, yeah I pulled up in that Benz truck, yeah Your ho come around and I finish her, yeah Shoutout to my members, yeah You sneak dissin', we finna jump out I'm in Atlanta with a shank in my sock Too many hoes be on my cock I walk around, I'm like, "Oh my God" The Wock' came in like, "Oh my God" The lean came in like, "Oh my God" I'm way too fried like, "Oh my God" You better watch out, we could all go die Yeah, I'm that nigga, tryna get my stacks bigger We got members who clap niggas, FN cost a stack, get up Okay, yeah, I'm dolo, and I'm aimin' at your polo Finna make the Jumpman my logo, 'cause I jump out, shit go loco An-and they used to call me Lil' O, hit an M, bitch, now I'm big O Say you gon' spin, then come spin, ho Bitch must be geeked off them benzos Bitch, I don't need no break Whip SRT 'til it break, we kick shit more than sensei I want a K to start my day, I-I got the racks all in my face You get shots, don't leave no trace, yeah-yeah Two liter, fill it up with Tris Gucci sneaks, step on your face FN, Five-seveN, not my babe Shell catcher on, I leave no case I got the wheel, I'm finna leave the jakes