Long Way to Go

My baby, my baby

My baby, my baby

My baby, my baby

My baby, my baby

Talk to 'em

Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever

I Chanel the belt, I Chanel the sweater

I go through a lot but I keep it together (I go through a lot)

I'm pullin' up, four hundred and better

It's a real blitz storm in this motherfuckin' bezel

I put my heart out, I wrote me a letter

A nigga so rich, yeah, they callin' me treasure (I wrote me a letter)

I'm stylin', I'm wildin', got sticks, I ain't hidin'

My bitch, exotic like somethin' from the islands

My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence

LA, all ducked off, in the hills, the highest

Look how my bands up

I just be entertaining the crowd just like a stand-up

I was down on my dick, couldn't even stand up

Yeah, your block twisted, yeah, nigga get patted up

I want everything I see, just bag it up

Too many cameras on the condo, just need to back me up

Yeah, she dropped her draws, her ass soft like cotton balls

Can't even hold the Draco in my hand, it jump like a frog (grrt)

Boy, kill yourself, you think my daughter ain't gettin' fed

Havin' a talk with Bankroll, that'll get a nigga stretched (stretched)

Yeah, they talkin' 'bout doing this and that, but you know they scared

Nigga mad 'bout they bankroll, income ain't comin' in yet

Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever

I Chanel the belt, I Chanel the sweater

I go through a lot but I keep it together (I go through a lot)

I'm pullin' up, four hundred and better

It's a real blitz storm in this motherfuckin' bezel

I put my heart out, I wrote me a letter

A nigga so rich, yeah, they callin' me treasure (I wrote me a letter)

I'm stylin', I'm wildin', got sticks, I ain't hidin'

My bitch, exotic like somethin' from the islands

My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence

LA, all ducked off, in the hills, the highest

My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby

My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby

Smellin' like Tom Ford, baby girl lovin' my hygiene (hygiene)

Yeah, I'm drippin' in fashion and I ride with these magazines

Choker chain dance, yeah, fast car drivin'

Stains on my jeans, it wasn't for that, you would've never caught me

I just have a lot of rings on me like a Audi

Lifestyle I'm livin', I never pop it

He made the wrong turn on Bleveland, then they burnt him up

Ridin' 'round with a lot of racks in my jeans, yeah

I got Birkins on me (racks)

Ho thought I was slow 'cause I'm sippin' codeine

Bitch, you burnt as fuck

Know that you runnin' 'round here fuckin' the whole gang

Yeah, you slurpin' us

Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever

I Chanel the belt, I Chanel the sweater

I go through a lot but I keep it together (I go through a lot)

I'm pullin' up, four hundred and better

It's a real blitz storm in this motherfuckin' bezel

I put my heart out, I wrote me a letter

A nigga so rich, yeah, they callin' me treasure (I wrote me a letter)

I'm stylin', I'm wildin', got sticks, I ain't hidin'

My bitch, exotic like somethin' from the islands

My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence

LA, all ducked off, in the hills, the highest

My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby

My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby