Текст:
Ay, ay
Pull up in a drop top whip on my top notch sh*t
Hit the stage with the mic and I rock that b*tch
Tryna do it like me, you can stop that sh*t
Clout chasin' *ss ho*, had to drop that b*tch
God damn, I really stay on the go
Just got back to LA, I been on the road
I'm back in my zone, so hold me the throne
Don't f*ck with that fake sh*t, I leave it alone
And I stay in my lane, I could never switch up
They mad 'cause they see my whole team goin' up
Y-young wild boy, I'on really give a f*ck
Made a hunnid bands then I had to go and double up
Okay, I'm goin' buck, I'm goin' hard
Poker face on me, not showing my cards
Mama told me "Baby boy, you a star
Just make sure to always stay true to who you are", and I did that
Jeans black with a pink hat
Sorry, I don't wanna come to ya kickback
Oh no, so cold like Frozone
9-2-0, what I rep, that's home