I might skrrt off of on the lot in a drop
I might put a elevator in the spot
Neighbors always gon' call the damn cops
Cause they could smell the OG up the block
In Miami, bought a yacht
Gotta thank God cause we elevate a lot
I see you hatin' and I find it kind of odd
I pick the ride, press to start to come alive
I know the plug, swear to God, that's my guy
Every time I get a pack, it be fire
Got a nigga super high
You could see the red in my eyes
Come see what we on
look like Jim Jones
just like pink
New hundred, need that, that's what we on
Rack it up, stack it up
Talk back it up
Rack it up, stack it up
Talk back it up
Let me check the Rollie just to see if it shine
Last time I checked I was ahead of my time
And your bitch just gave me neck my mind
If you think about, she get that shit from her mom
But she a needy bitch
But she a freaky bitch
Hit it in on the wall on some TV shit
Hit her on the 'mand on some TV shit
We got hella bands to blow
Shout out Gucci Texico
Free my nigga Mexico
Mexico
Come see what we on
look like Jim Jones
just like pink
just like pink
Come see what we on
look like Jim Jones
just like pink
just like pink