[Intro](Pipe that shit up, TnT)How long can he go?(Thanks, Yakree)I was shinin' hard, I was grindin'[Chorus]When they see me, I was gone from off the lean, smokin' dope, dope, dopeWhen they see me, I was beamin', beamin'Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights on the streetI know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me onAyy, ayy, onThey thought they'll never see me onAyy, ayy, on, on[Verse 1]Oh, he got a Rolls-Royce and you know I paid for itFor that money, we untamed boy, I was locked up in them chains for itMy mama know it, I ain't doin' no back and forth, I catch him, whack the boyGot racks, I stay with that money on galore and I started off trappin' for itI'm in a Bеntley GT, park this bitch inside the streetPull up, thеy like, "There go YB," fresh as I could fuckin' beI be keepin' they chest on bottom my feet and I don't miss no beatI be wearin' Pateks and Cuban links, the cheapest cost thirteenSick, I ain't got no cough, you ain't never noticed since I be off codeineGrimy, I'm out that North, she fuck with me, she wan' fuck with meCutthroat like my mama, you know I'm known to pull off mysterious thingsI like that Redeye better, but she bought Hemi in that Trackhawk JeepStackin' up my money, nigga, they wanna see my bank on EThem bitch-ass niggas tried to bang on me, they aim wasn't neat, dang, boyPodcast niggas be mentioning me, take off on 'em, twenty mill' on twenty mill', you better watch my name, boy[Chorus]When they see me, I was gone from off the lean, smokin' dope, dope, dopeWhen they see me, I was beamin', beamin'Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights on the streetI know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me onAyy, ayy, onThey thought they'll never see me onAyy, ayy, on, on[Verse 2]Nigga, stack that shit, that's another MThat's a new attempt, hold on, stop this bitchI'm in LA bangin' red, I kill a Dodgers pitHmm, he came home from the Feds and he got twice as richIn Atlanta, won't say that I won't fight, I'm bringin' out the stickThis lil' ho just talkin' 'bout what she don't like, she just bitin' my dickYou got a question if YoungBoy rich, you slower than a bitchThey boycott, then got that boy lit, I shoot him in his shitBuy her that Benz made by Brevis, my bitch gon' have a fitFrom a cell to livin' lavish, how realer can it get?Turnt down that deal to save the whole clique, how triller can I get?Hit the car lot, ain't no pic, make sure I ball out 'round this bitchOff the lean, I'm smokin' shit make you hallucinate, one hitTo my PO as I go, I take a piss that's with a stenchMr. feelin' ready, I been sellin' tunes, I ain't got no bricksI don't know nothin' 'bout no murder, I don't know nothin' 'bout no hit[Chorus]When they see me, I was gone from off the lean, smokin' dope, dope, dopeWhen they see me, I was beamin', beamin'Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights on the streetI know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me onAyy, ayy, onThey thought they'll never see me onAyy, ayy, on, on
