b*tch I am a soldier (soldier)
Don't say I ain't told ya (I tried)
Hundred in my chopper, you can get caught, nice to know ya
Still f*cking with cocoa (cocoa)
Hi-Tek in the soda
I'm still in the field, f*ck 'round with me, get found slumped over, n*gga
I just flew in Sonya, she from Minnesota
Must be something in the air, 'cause that b*tch head game is the coldest (coldest)
Riding 'round, in Rovers (swervin')
My trap, it stay open (boomin')
40 ain't got no safety (no safety)
You f*ck n*ggas ain't safe, hold up
I was young and reckless (reckless)
Had guns under my mattress (yeah)
But now I'm just a maniac, pull up on you in traffic
I was juggin' out my mamas house, she pulled me out it
Moved my shop across the highway had it figured out
Now I got diamonds on my necklace (shining)
Rolley's face baguetted
Doing donuts ain't no breakfast
So what I want, n*gga, they let me, n*gga
Don't pop sh*t 'bout me 'less you want to feel some heat
I got some n*ggas, that gon' slide for me on any street
'Cause n*gga this is New Warleans
It's 400 hundred degrees
My side the wild wild east, down in [?]
I was eating sushi with this bad b*tch in the Bahamas
I don't eat no f*cking sushi, but on god that b*tch was stylish
Thank you Rick Owens for Raf
n*gga do the math
Wack you for the plug and I ain't got to pay him back
Was a no brainer for me, hoe 36 a key
Push start the car, ain't seen the keys in 'bout a week
Play boy your b*tch her mind is reckless
Facetime'ing and texting
Say you just a f*ck n*gga, she don't want to lay next to
To keep it real my n*gga, I can't blame the b*tch
But next time you pillow talk, gon' be some gangster sh*t
I pull up, hop out myself
Don't need nobody else
But you gon' need some help
Or it might be too late
A thrill to see that priceless look that's on his face
Over that money, tie you mother up on Mother's Day
f*ck em