Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Let the band play)
They be like (What?) woah
That young nigga right there cold (Yeah)
Uh, ridin' in a droptop Rolls
Yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls
Yeah, shoutout to my gang, that's bro
I ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes
They be like (What?) woah
That young nigga right there cold (Yeah)
Uh, ridin' in a droptop Rolls
Yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (Yeah)
Yeah, shoutout to my gang, that's bro
I ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes (Yeah, over these bitches, uh)
No, these hoes can't get my dough (Can't get my riches)
No, these bitches can't get my dough
I'm sippin' on lean by the four
Get a bag, do a show, then I roll
Yeah, I'm ballin', bitch, you know the score (Yeah)
If you're talkin' 'bout money, let's go (Let's get it, yeah, let's go)
Lil' nigga, he hot as a stove
Mr. Glock got your bitch on the road
Mr. Glock got your bitch on the go
I see white teeth with diamonds and gold
I see niggas hate me on the low
Fuck that talkin', go ahead, drop the low
Fuck that talkin', my nigga, let's go
(They be liker what?) Woah
That young nigga right there cold (Glizock)
Uh, ridin' in a droptop Rolls
Yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (Yeah)
Yeah, shoutout to my gang, that's bro (Bitch)
I ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code (Bitch)
Nigga, I put money over hoes
(They be like what?) Woah
That young nigga right there cold (Yeah)
Uh, ridin' in a droptop Rolls
Yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (Yeah)
Yeah, shoutout to my gang, that's bro
I ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes (Fuck these bitches)
No, these hoes can't get my dough
No, I'll never sell my soul
Sell a ho before I sell my soul
Sippin' on Tris, I ain't catchin' no cold
Middle school, Polo to the floor like Dro
High school, gettin' head, yeah, Amber Cole
Bitch, my heart and my watch froze (Yeah, yeah)
(What?) Woah
That young nigga right there cold (Glizock)
Uh, ridin' in a droptop Rolls
Yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (Yeah)
Yeah, shoutout to my gang, that's bro
I ain't got no friends, just foes (Bitch)
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code (What?)
Nigga, I put money over hoes
(They be liker what?) Woah
That young nigga right there cold
Uh, ridin' in a droptop Rolls
Yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls
Yeah, shoutout to my gang, that's bro
I ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes (Can't fuck with these bitches, uh)
Yeah
Yeah
G-Lock
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