I was out there on the YOLA track
Tryin' to make my mother***in' money back
Popo beat me up and took all of my fatty
I dang near almost had enough to cop me two or three
Osies of that good candy
But all it's gon' take is a second for me to get back on my toes and feet
Bitch!
Yeah, this one of them throwback mob down YOLA cop and truck rob and spark some coke
Crack a bottle and sip some Jack Beats
Crack a bottle and sip some Jack Beats
Yeah, this one of them throwback mob down YOLA cop and truck rob and spark some coke
Crack a bottle and sip some Jack Beats
Crack a bottle and sip some Jack Beats
When I was born, I was designed to be a boss
Bitch would be able to deal with anything that I came across
Throw off methods, I wore this glass to avoid
Now I smelt the cops when I was out there in the trap
Trap
Trap

We flicking and serving knocks
My place in the danger street is to make that didn't shoot pellets
Or BBs, one of the most faithful weapons of choice
Remington rifle 223s
Styrofoam and plastic, fresh out the box with the cleaning kit
I was quiet and I was slick, but if you *** with me, I emptied the clip
Basically, me and my goons was overseeing my real estate's trillion dollar spot
It was my job, I got brilliance to hold down the whole mother***ing block
Now I'm the nigga, I'm that dude, I'm the man
This *** I'm spitting, niggas don't understand
I'm gonna give you 10% of the take
I'm gonna give you 10% of the take
You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life
You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life
You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life
I didn't try and take it over, I took it over
I didn't, I didn't, I didn't try and take it over, I took it over
You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life
You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life
Mr. Flapboy
Mr. Flapboy, oh yeah, that just might be your hand
The handle, like Jack Craps' roulette
I roll a letter gamble
Whole water like a camel
Never tell and never snitch
On a mission to get rich
Stop the *** about a bitch
I'm a fixture having hips
Been doing it for a grip
Might not gangbang
But I said trip, trip
I've been out here 24-7
That's what I said
Nothing more, nothing less
Rip my ass off
Smelling like feet, butt, and breath
In the meantime, in between time, I be mobbing
Mopping
Ducking and dodging, Batman and Robin
Robin
Living my life in a fast lane, no jogging
Capitalizing, taking advantage
Every time I hear money cow
Money cow
They tell me I need to be pumping my brakes
I'm moving too quick, I'm rushing
I open a nigga up, I bust my gun, man
I ain't bluffing
Money and muscle and hustle
Hustling, trying to get this cake
My hood didn't breed no chimpanzee
My hood breeded an ape
Sinister mob music
Excruciating thrive
2004 Eats in the truck
Trump doing his ***ing job
I'm hella far from being a cop
All my life, I've been a hog
Don't live freeways, been stressed
Just couch, refrigerators, and balls
In the Bay, we got earthquakes
In the South, they got tornadoes
In the Midwest, in the East Coast
Either rain, sleet, or snow
When it comes to pushing, I'm a proud
Clever about the moves I make
Building with my ideals and choices
That I choose to chose to take
Be kind of careful what you say
Be kind of, be kind of, be kind of careful what you say
You just try and cross me and you see if I mean it
You just try and cross me and you see if I mean it
You intend exposing me to the police?
You intend, you intend, you intend exposing me
To the police?
You just try and cross me and you see if I mean it
You just try and cross me and you see if I mean it
Mr. Black Boy
Get your Eats, trim them, and put them in plastic bags
Medicine drops, saran wrap
FedEx or UPS
Whatever you need, I got it at your request
Got the lowest prices in town
And as far as quality, got the best
Me and my niggas don't take no mess
You and your niggas probably don't either
Everybody out of squeezer these days
Rifles and SKs
Stuck in my stubborn ways
Hella managed with it
Handguns and 12-gauge
You damaged with it
Boopin' them at they own gas
All the popo on my night
Puttin' in my bag
Though I'm havin' time
Keep it tidy at the shootin' range
Perfecting and practicing my aim
Me and my young life
Knuckleheads, Thundercats, and hooligans
The only way to get out
Is to go in
So cover me, I'm goin' in
Like Daniel in the Lions game
Rollin' us, I get rolled over, man
Crush us like a beer can
The only man I fear is in the mirror, man
I've been waitin' for a break like this for years
I've been waitin' for a break like this for years
Hey, why didn't you tell us you was such a big shot?
Hey, why didn't you tell us you was such a big shot?
Mr. Flap Boy
I've been waitin' for a break like this for years
I've been waitin' for a break like this for years
Hey, why didn't you tell us you was such a big shot?
Hey, why didn't you tell us you was such a big shot?
Mr. Flap Boy
I've always had a preference for legitimate enterprises
I think you've been goin' too hard lately, night and day
I've always had a preference for legitimate enterprises
I think you've been goin' too hard lately, night and day
I've always had a preference for legitimate enterprises
I think you've been goin' too hard lately, night and day
I've always had a preference for legitimate enterprises
I think you've been goin' too hard lately, night and day
day.