No, no

Lil Tjay, yeah

Yo, yo, yoRellyMade

Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet little nigga

I ain′t never gon'...

Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet little nigga

I ain′t never gonna extend my hand

If we too deep versus the whole block deep

Swear to God I ain't ever gonna fail my mans

Money gon' come like the money gon′ go

All these fake niggas started getting too close

So I stay with my guys that been by my side

′Cause I know they gon' ride ′til the car can't drive

New drip had to pick up some sauce

New kicks I don′t care what it cost

Ruthless I don't care who lost

Stupid I done turned to a boss

And I know

They don′t wanna see the young boy win

They don't wanna see the young boy win

They don't wanna see the young boy win

They don′t wanna see the young boy win

When I come from there′s a whole lotta gang shit

As a youngin I just wanted to be famous

Hopped in the booth to your screen, now we made it

Other day I was recording in the basement

Now I pull up to a show in a spaceship

How you screamin' "day one" doing fake shit?

Nowadays bad bitches wanna taste it

Pull up on the S, show love, that be gang shit

And if they let me in the game I′ma change it

Ain't a lotta niggas saying that I′m a basic

Pop it, I'ma stain, Balmains and some bape shit

Niggas see me they ain′t ever gon' say shit

Buss down they ain't never gone take this

Money I got lil nigga can′t make this

Countin′ blue strips broke niggas gonna hate this

Mama so proud I'ma take her on vacation

I be goin′ hard

Remember used to starve

Remember selling nicks right on the boulevard

Going downtown try to steal a nigga car

And if I call Tut he'll pull a nigga card

I don′t play the field no more without a hammer

Brodie on the news whole face on the camera

Free all my day one niggas out the slammer

Opp nigga told black and white he a panda

Got me finna run up in his crib like I'm Santa

All this designer got me broads in Atlanta

Honestly I ain′t playin games no more

And they be on my dick 'til my thing feel sore

Bitch said I'm trash shorty change your draws

I ain′t worried ′bout you why you worried about me

I'ma still popout with a fresh white tee

With some retro J′s and some fresh Nike's

Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet little nigga

I ain′t never gonna extend my hand

If we too deep vs the whole block deep

Swear to god I ain't ever gonna fail my mans

Money gonna come like the money gonna go

All these fake niggas started getting too close

So I stay with my guys that been by my side

′Cause I know they gone ride til the car can't drive

New drip had to pick up some sauce

New kicks I don't care what it cost

Ruthless I don′t care who lost

Stupid I done turned to a boss

And I know

They don′t wanna see the young boy win

They don't wanna see the young boy win

They don′t wanna see the young boy win

They don't wanna see the young boy win

Check up they don′t wan' see me win

Flex up I′ma jump out the gym

New water watch that young boy swim

I got it the harder way like I'm Tim

In that Maybach you can't see through the tint

I rock foreign but bro in a stolie

Had to make me some plays on my doli

Think I made it these bitches all on me

No, this is not a chain, this a trophy

Boss up he a baby like Jody

Used to go hit a stain for the OZ′s

When I put on the ice it be OD

I′m talkin money put that cash on a threeway

Doin' the dash on the freeway

I knew I would get it they didn′t believe me

Baby, I make it look easy

Your bitch keep callin' and sayin′ she need me

I know she see me with Tjay

I'm sippin′ fours of the drink moving slow mo'

But my whip through speed race

She wanna link up a hoe

That's a no go

I be stackin′ my cheese cake

Yeah I get to the racks and I′m up by the rim

Collecting 'em back and I do it again

Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet little nigga

I ain′t never gonna extend my hand

If we too deep versus the whole block deep

Swear to god I ain't ever gonna fail my mans

Money gonna come like the money gonna go

All these fake niggas started getting too close

So I stay with my guys that been by my side

′Cause I know they gone ride til the car can't drive

New drip had to pick up some sauce

New kicks I don′t care what it cost

Ruthless I don't care who lost

Stupid I done turned to a boss

And I know

They don't wanna see the young boy win

They don′t wanna see the young boy win

They don′t wanna see the young boy win

They don't wanna see the young boy win

No, no

Gang, gang

Yeah

They don′t wanna see the young boy win

No, no

Yeah, yeah

Gang, gang, gang, gang