Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy, let me hear that hoe, Jeff)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Everywhere we go
They follow us everywhere we go
They wasn’t fuckin’ with us
Now they hear me on the radio
Now they hit me, they like “Put me on”
Now that nigga talkin’ to the tone
I laugh when they say that he put me on
How you put me on? You can’t put your city on
Now I got a grip, fuck poppin’ the trunk
Poppin’ the opp like poppin’ a skunk
Everyday gon’ meditate just like a monk
Feel blessed, I been gettin’ these racks every month
Feel blessed just to walk in these Ksubi jeans
Balmain jeans, ??? jeans, Dior jeans
He off the oxy’, he clean
He off the oxy’, he bad
Gettin’ money, I know that he mad
Countin’ records, I know that he sad
My bitch, ??? like
He gotta be drip or it’s bad
He gotta be drip or it’s bad
I know it’s not regular
I know my life is not regular
I swear, there’s a plan for us
For all of us
There’s a plan for us
There’s a plan
Everywhere we go
They follow us everywhere we go
They wasn’t fuckin’ with us
Now they hear me on the radio
Now they hit me, they like “Put me on”
Now that nigga talkin’ to the tone
I laugh when they say that he put me on
How you put me on? You can’t put your city on
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