I ain't change, I stay the same and maintain it Safe to say the kid get older Forever gang, I'm never switchin' over Made a lane, the n***a can't get over I can't mess with rappers, they be bogus Rather get a pack and keep the over Big dripper, stand up in the ocean Everybody trappin', we get lonesome He ain't 4P, F if he ain't got motion Made a half a ticket, I'll promotion Shout-out Swishers, sweet, they keep me rollin' But if we catch the opp, we gotta chop him Runnin' around with drapes like we OVO I got some racks and I want some more Still got them pads in the hood, call it give and go Keep a n***a, man, n***a in the thick of four Let me n***a when I want, I just n***a go Man, these racks get too big for these skinny clothes I might put me and him in some bitchy boats Make lil' bruh hit the stick and start gettin' low I spent 500 racks on a Lambo and didn't even know how to make that motherf***er go On my birthday, I just wanna lift the doors Pallet flex, but don't pay with me, period Truth is fallin' behind in the years In the road trip, I feel like a tourist I'm the one from the bottom, who sold out my pond and them n****s is drivin' the Beard Huh, huh, huh Oh, he ain't up, I f*** with Schleiss and I'm gonna bust He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us How you ridin' them Benz in a Tonka truck? How you got everybody lit, pipin' up? Oh, she back with no swag, I can pipe her up Make my last on my last when no wife in her Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin' I'm the type to get active and never run Keep the rulers, my d*** ain't scatter nothin' Ain't no rules, you got racks, you can get it done On a light day, I keep me a hundred bun Make it hit after hit, call me Baron Bun For this Christmas, I bought everybody Gloss and choppers and F's for everyone Take the roof off the collar to feel the sun My bro go see his papa five times a month Got this d*** off the collar, she f*** it and swallow I stick it in, she feel it in her gut We gon' run from my problems, we stackin' a guala And guala on track, get in manga books We done drippin' lil' n****s, watch your step This top shelf, got 40 designer belts O.P.F., look like the new BMF Think I'm deaf, got stones in my right, I left How you crank up the car, ain't no care now Just pull up, spin that block and get out of there Work hard, have a hard time findin' where the wealth Treat this d*** like a tire, I keep it spare Wanna strut, but cause I'm war-ready Check the charts, I'm countin' more than fifty Scott's brother, Juliana present Hundred fifty, playin' Richard Miller I'ma mutt the game until it's empty Look, cause I'm spittin', flame until it's empty I am not a killer, but don't tempt me Spendin' rape, five thousand to a fifty Huh, huh, huh Oh, he ain't look I f*** with slides and I'm gonna bust He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us How you ridin' them Benz in a Tonka truck? How you got everybody lit, pipin' up? Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up Make my last with my last when no wife at home Count the money off, act like I'm typin' somethin' I'm the type to get active and never run I'm the type to get active and never run