Ayo You ain't never had to parallel park a Bugatti 5K, the YN catch a new body (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) [?] opps, jumper on Bulgari Ruth's Chris cup, mix codeine with the Starry (shit) Out in Paris, eight seasons, five days straight No reservation, all I had to do was rock my chains French bitch fucked me 'cause my bracelet, didn't know my name Long way from 70-something, [?] (brrt) (Gotti, shine!) The dope was grey and it smelled like vinegar (fuck, coño) Knew to cut it five or six times, and it's the carjack press cinema (jack, Jack, Jack) Slime-ass niggas is amphibious (snakes) Stick to the family, van hit [?] (brrt) Instantaneous (right away), six aliens (nack), [?] (yeah) Traps out the Latin boutique (trap) Mood swings, food for kings (we eatin') Death toll, walk-in, supreme echo (fly) Clothes retro, fashion expos, select hoes (mami) Church music (sounds good), fallen angels (yeah) Half a million-dollar Winnebago (money) Cops in plain clothes (woo), Spain shows (we out) Been to great lows (we in now) Now the motion like Mayco (movin') Hundred-dollar tips in Turks and Caicos, yo (whoa) Queso, case closed (yeah), black Rolls (nack) Nack done chose the path of gold, the math done told And that's when you get it after you know Shit's the format (that's the order) Wipe your feet at my doormat (word) Trying to see where y'all is at (where you at, son? Chk chk boom, boom) Witch doctor (magic), raps and cracks, I'm a philosopher The Pyrex, I could be a part of (hit my line) Dancin' salsa, out-of-state posture (oye cómo va) Colossal L, wine and steak, pasta Drunk and high, looking like a pilot in a space saucer, vroom (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, we out) Putting a bullet in the impostor (toma) Yeah, son (headshot), the illest nigga on the roster Ayo You ain't never had to parallel park a Bugatti 5K, the YN catch a new body (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) [?] opps, jumper on Bulgari Ruth's Chris cup, mix codeine with the Starry Out in Paris, eight seasons, five days straight No reservation, all I had to do was rock my chains French bitch fucked me 'cause my bracelet, didn't know my name Long way from 70-something, [?] (ahh) They said the streets miss you, the game miss you, the kitchen miss you Bricks miss you, the plug miss you, fans miss you, fiends miss you I'm back, nigga, I'm back My wrist rested up, I'ma make it jump back Shooters hangin' out the Rolls-Royce, nigga, I'm back Got my wrist rested up, I'ma make it jump back Shooters hanging out the Rolls-Royce (brrt), nigga, I'm back Got my wrist rested up, I'ma make it jump back Uh, uh, I'm back, nigga (woo), I'm back I know, I know, I know, I know, I know they think they this Them niggas better stop (them niggas better stop) You can't compare one bird to a pet shop (you can't) You can't compare one Perc to a fentanyl spot (you really can't) Just took my twins to Disney On the way in, sold a brick outside of Epcot They like, Stove, you ain't cooked in forever, I know you rusty I'm like, I been had my tetanus shot (bitch, stop playing with me) And I got the TEC in the drop (brrt, bop, bop) Bitch, I been feet to floor like Fred in Bedrock Fourth rope cocaine champion You can't wrestle with God (I got the belt) The Virgil rug say Rug The plug name in my phone say plug (Plug, nigga, in my phone say plug) Horses on Sunset with Tremaine and Slime Rockin' the Denim Tear Uggs (haha) Tracy McGrady, cook on one crooked eye I'm the one (I'm the one), I'm the one, bitch, I'm me And the album done Stove (haha) Y'all bitch-ass niggas wanna talk that gunplay shit Y'all niggas never will, shit Y'all niggas is pussy-ass hoes, lames (Griselda) LOE, nigga, Broadway, gang, stand up Nigga, we crippin', we crackin', we blooded up Nigga, we everything Y'all niggas been bitch I'ma tell you one more time, I put this on my grandmama You take my name, you call me Dad Reverend Daddy motherfuckin' Allison Slow fuck-ass niggas, you niggas ain't get no money I been doin' my thug thizzle I been doin' this shit And that's the last time I tell y'all niggas I'm a gangster for real Just came back from howlin' at Pappy Mason Supreme Team, nigga Free that mob boss, nigga, Hook Holla at my nigga Chubbs Holla at that nigga Sandman LaCosta Nigga, we crippin' for real We out here gang-banging, slangin' and doin' all type of shit Crip, Blood, Latin King, Nieta Dosieta, Ventecieta Nigga, we doin' our thing Nigga, moro de sobra, tiela como rotera Brozo yo como rovaniello, comi la suco, yeh Bozo tiela abroto, yo lo bra que ni lo to'o samja Broto yo sobra, que ni lo to'o yo bra tisanda Me comin' mi clasa, tryna fuck with the realest African Dandara You niggas'll get killed We murder for fun, you pussy-ass niggas But guess what? It's just a joke Holla at me later