MP5

(I'm too far gone)

(Yeah)

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5

I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai

Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly

You niggas square, divide 'em by pie

Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by

Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die

Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie

When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe

I've been number one, bitch, don't need no trophy

Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I'll be ballin' like Kobe

Ridin' down the 101 not no Zoey

I stay stackin' with my twin for the win, Zach and Cody

You niggas be hatin', Mr. Mosby

Stackin' it up, on lowkey

Stay stackin' up, rackin' up, triple OG

Fuck stress, stay blessed, stay away from the phonies

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5

I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai

Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly

You niggas square, divide 'em by pie

Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by

Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die

Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie

When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe

Light that shit up

Walk in the spot, I'ma pipe shit up

Them niggas hatin' my swag, them niggas so bitter

I thought I told them little niggas I'm

Hard hitta (Takin' that shit to the heart)

I thought I told you little niggas I'm

Gon' get up (Tell them little niggas I'm God)

Press Shit, don't matter like how could you

Fold nigga? (How could you bitch? Oh my God)

How could you let that hate sit in your

Soul, nigga? (How could it sit in your soul?)

Shawty a demon, a real soul switcher (I'm like, how did you know?)

Y'all niggas steppin' on toes

Handle that shit like you grown

Doin' this shit on my 'lone

I got that bag on my own

Fuck it, I'm in the zone

Gon' say nigga I'm God

Hop in that ghost, I'm ghost, I'm gone

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5

I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai

Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly

You niggas square, divide 'em by pie

Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by

Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die

Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie

When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe