[Intro]
(One thing mafia, haha)
(I love you, Trapboy)
(Ayy, talk to 'em, War)
Yeah, ayy
[Chorus]
To my day ones, money coming in
Smoking on this stuff, blunts got me stumbling
Got Bottega on the feet, I don't wear the pants
I blew a bag last week and ran it up again (Woo, yeah)
Bruh, they [?] 'fore he hit that pen (Yeah)
Get that pape', then fuck hoes, niggas don't make sense (Woah)
First, what I was taught was never show your hand
'Cause I done had some brothers switch up for 'em Benjamins (Huh)
[Verse]
I can tell you what it is, and tell you what it ain't, uh (Yeah)
So much shit that I done seen, it'll probably make you faint (Yeah)
My brother told me, "Ball just like a Lemur"
I'm up in that paint (Yeah)
Huh, trap spot got so much P's, we servin' state to state (Yeah)
Yeah, I know some niggas hoppin' out on feet, tryna get somebody baked (Uh)
Uh, black truck like every week, my brother got the wraith (Yeah)
My niggas masked up, the move discreet when they gon' hit that bank, yeah (Yeah)
You can come and talk to me like any time of day, uh (Huh)
Yeah, I'm going in, it's time to face my fears, uh
You pass me that headset, I'm moving like a wiz', uh (Huh)
Niggas like to place bets on who the biggest is, uh (Woah)
But I'm steppin' in, it's T going for the win (Huh)
There's so much shit I did, then still go 'bout my business (Huh)
Forgive me for my sins, I still got tunnel vision (Uh)
And these hoes can't tell you shit (Oh-woah)
You run it up, no limit
I'm tryna hide my feelings (Yeah)
Speed on my mind, pivot
[Chorus]
To my day ones, money coming in
Smoking on this stuff, blunts got me stumbling
Got Bottega on the feet, I don't wear the pants
I blew a bag last week and ran it up again (Woo, yeah)
Bruh, they [?] 'fore he hit that pen (Yeah)
Get that pape', then fuck hoes, niggas don't make sense (Woah)
First, what I was taught was never show your hand
'Cause I done had some brothers switch up for 'em Benjamins (Woah)
[Outro]
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)