12 ride back, everybody clutchin', five shooters in my car and everybody bustin', switch
go, Drake go, that big fire around my neck and it go, brr, my live art was out of love,
they did that on my face, my second RP cost a ten, I make that all one plate, my favorite
shooter was Baby Ski, cause he don't got no face, lil' five say he used to rob, but now
he want a job, and that art bitch, she eat my dick like you're corn on a cob, and Journey
Boy, he sellin' dog, but I got blow like George, the nigga thought he had a plug, till I come
cut the cord, and I use that Cybertruck for strikin' like a Honda Accord, and she want
me to drive the boat, I made her get on board, and my daddy play with them birds like he
hear LeSean McCoy, and my lil' five keep takin' hits, I call him Jones Roy, I make
these bitches bubble in, don't you the wrong choice, don't need your car for my videos,
I got my own toy, don't need your shooter for my smoke, we make our own noise, I put
Krivak in all my clips, we get you gone, boy, take off the truck and look at the traction,
it's a gold car, 12 ride back, everybody clutchin', five shooters in my car and everybody bustin',
switch go, brr, Drake go, that big fire around my neck and it go, brr, my daddy call him
Jones Roy, I made her get on board, and my daddy play with them birds like he hear LeSean
McCoy, and my daddy play with them birds like he hear LeSean McCoy, I got my own toy, don't
you the wrong choice, don't need your car for my videos, I call him Jones Roy, I make your

go, brr, Drake go, that big fire around my neck and it go, brr,
This is hard, man.