Yeah, see ya
Y'all hear me, from L.A., Miami, New York, Houston
Sky Ami, I feel like I'm drinkin' my Houston, Atlanta, Vegas *
Been so bad, gotta date this bitch
My girlfriend, I, cause I make em sell
Yeah, stay down, I gotta get over
Young Jugga, he in the sky, yeah
Guess he never sober, I got range, I'm not a damn rover
I hear that money is green, that money green, I owe them
For the police and patrollers
Destroy myself and turn to a loner
So I've been spendin' time with my mama
I had to go see my OG, I wouldn't be * without mama
Stop callin' my phone, I don't want the drama
Nigga do not get an answer, your drinker was born for smoke
Swear to God, nigga, my mama a cancer
Kill, I've been everywhere, bitch, I'm a freelancer
I'm a necromancer, said spare with the glug and they blast ya
I got tats in my face, I'm a freelancer
No mask, chippin' that bitch's two-face, she nasty
Got a bitch I like in diva, I know she a freak, she tryna be classy
I got old hunnids and they blue, I'm splittin' them fast, I sound like the classical
Young Jugga, go take him to school, don't be late to my class
I'm rockin' out white, I turn up no leaf
I'm from the village, I'm stuck in that cash
Trap everywhere, no hood cap
I'm a New Yorker, where nobody can stare
I'm a Houston Arab, here on my lap
Got back to L.A., J-Bone keep me strapped
In the stupid tank, we geeked out at night, tryna make some, yeah
Make some racks, make some raps, make some tracks
Yeah, this year I'm makin' a hit, yeah
And I'm startin' like this