Intro lyrics

[Intro]
"Jem made it yamsayin"

[Verse 1: MBNel]
b*tch I'm optimistic
I'm knockin' doors off of n*ggas hinges, ridin' benzes
n*ggas say they real, but n*ggas really b*tches
Chop automatic, but we ridin' toting on these stick shifts
n*gga say sh*t, I ain't talking manners, smack him like a hit stick
Takin' flights, then we leave him on the runway
My n*ggas bust K's, n*ggas preachin' like a Sunday
I'm in a foreign, lil n*gga, this ain't no Mustang
You n*ggas tuck chains, you n*ggas sweet just like a sundae
Aye aye, Glock by my nuts b*tch it hold ten
And it blows ten, b*tch this sh*t really folds man
Drippin' water, lil n*gga
Just like some Kirkland, you n*ggas hurtin'
My diamonds dancin' like they j*rkin'

[Verse 2: $tupid Young]
P-P-Placed another order for a crate, we need them hand Glocks
We don't do the IG beef, get yo mans shot
Gettin' to the bag the only thing I know I can't stop
Glock with some bands in my pants, so I can't walk
If [?] to me that's his worst day
Make your family buy you some candles like it's your birthday
Me and Nel
H-Hottest asians, we in first place
Never fold even if you put me in a worse place
Get it poppin', what's the problem? n*gga fully rockin'
What you talkin'? Pull up on them n*ggas, get to sparkin'
From the bottom, I remember I ain't had no options
Now we poppin', gotta couple hitters out in Stockton