Sun is down, freezin' coldThat's how we already know winter's hereMy dawg would prolly do it for a Louis beltThat's just all he know, he don't know nothin' elseI tried to show 'emI tried to show 'emGone on you with the pick and rollYoung LaFlame, he in sicko modeWoo, made this here with all the ice on in the boothAt the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me looseYeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupesThis shit way too big, when we pull up give me the lootWas off the Remy, had a PapooseHad to hit my old town to duck the newsTwo-four hour lockdown, we made no movesNow it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crewI just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba JuiceDifferent colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruitsAnd they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a nooseTo win the retreat, we all in too deepP-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weakTo win the retreat, we all in too deepP-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak, yeahThis shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suitStacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clueAll of these hoes I made off records I producedI might take all my exes and put 'em all in a groupHit my esés, I need the bootch'Bout to turn this function to BonnarooTold her, "Hop in, you comin' too"In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle LukeUrrghhhHad to slop the top off, it's just a roofShe said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"We ain't even make it to the roomShe thought it was the ocean, it's just the poolNow I got her open, it's just the GooseWho put this shit together? I'm the glueShorty FaceTimed me out the blue[SOLO BREAKDOWN]She's in love with who I amBack in high school, I used to bus it to the danceNow I hit the FBO with duffles in my handsI did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I landHad me out like a lightLike a lightLike a lightSlept through the flightKnocked for the night, ayy, 767, manThis shit got double bedroom, manI still got scores to settle, manI crept down the block (down the block), made a right (yeah, right)Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah)Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah), it's on sight (yeah, what?)Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man)Jesus Christ, checks over stripesThat's what I like, that's what we likeLost my respect, you not a threatWhen I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm SheckSee the shots that I took, wet like I'm BookWet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' ValleyCircle blocks 'til I'm dizzyLike where is he?No one seen himI'm tryna clean 'emShe's in love with who I amBack in high school, I used to bus it to the danceNow I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo!)I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I landHad me out like a light, like a lightLike a light, like a lightLike a light, like a lightLike a lightYeah, passed the dawgs a cellySendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeahHe said, "Keep that on lock"I said, "You know this shit, it's life", yeahIt's absolute, I'm back rebootLaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeahWe back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeahShawty in the backShe said she workin' on her glutes, yeahAin't by the bookThis how it look'Bout a checkJust check the footsPass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it tookBaby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah
