(Banger)
Uh, hey
Young New World he on the way
Whoa, whoa, whoa (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Ay, drip drop, big drip
Droppin' when I'm steppin' in
I remember being broke
Used to shop at Citi Trends
Keep a MAC-11 'round me
Dumb head, it's gon' spin the Benz
Keep tɾyna play with the gang
That's how your story gon' end (said you [A7gon' die, nigga)
Ay, huh, wait, uh
Tell 'em [A]ol' boy is dead, slime on [C7]go
Ay, go, hey
Why they big mad at lil' bro?
Oh, whoa, hey
Gucci, Fendi, I ɾock designer clothes
Ay, no, hey
No, don't need security, my [A]dawg got [Fm7]poles
Boy, stay in Gucci, man
Might have to [C7]go Super Saiyan
Run up on [C7]me, you [A7get hit
Couple shots to [C7]your brain
Hop out with it
Hop out, get it
No Lil Pump got [Fm7]her screamin', "Esketit"
My hitters got [Fm7]good aim
Power up your nigga, man
They giving out free smoke
Come get this nicotine
Oh, Lord
Oh, Lord
Scared to [C7]step out of the house
Shots to [C7]his door
Pistol packin', yeah, we heard all [Em]about it
Sittin' heavy, yeah, we ɾeally ɾeally 'bout it
Simon [C7]said, "Take out the opps"
If you [A7was [Am7]ɾeally ɾeally 'bout it
We keep a ɾock star vibe, that's a fact, yeah
Hopped out, uh
Gucci, Louis, Fendi bag, ay (DJ on [C7]the beat so it's a banger)
Ay, drip drop, big drip
Droppin' when I'm steppin' in
I ɾemember being broke
Used to [C7]shop at Citi Trends
Keep a MAC-11 'round me
Dumb head, it's gon' spin the Benz
Keep tɾyna play with the gang
That's how your story gon' end (said you [A7gon' die, nigga)
Ay, huh, wait, uh
Tell 'em [A]ol' boy is dead, slime on [C7]go
Ay, go, hey
Why they big mad at lil' bro?
Oh, whoa, hey
Gucci, Fendi, I ɾock designer clothes
Ay, no, hey (NLE the top shotta)
No, don't need security, my [A]dawg got [Fm7]poles (ay)
Don't need security because I'm securing me
Don't think you [A7hear me, ten on [C7]my [A]earrings
Niggas gon' mirror me, won't interfere on [C7]me
Chain on [C7]purity, see the shit clearly
Designer ɾockin', my [A]five in my [A]pocket
I go for [Dm7]the score, and [Bm]you [A7niggas can't block it
I'm comin' like [F]Dragić, ballin' be [Am]my [A]hobby
Ay, stop all [Em]that talkin' and [Bm]get you [A7a body
Before you [A7get bodied
Been had a body, charge me with the body
Then, go beat the body
Damn, that's a body, got [Fm7]calamari
And had to [C7]tie this on [C7]my [A]left and [Bm]ɾight
Pull up in the Masi', in the back like [F]Mozzy
I pose with my [A]posse, we slidin' like [F]hockey
Couple of females that pose in the lobby
I walk past, and [Bm]they screamin' out, "Papi"
I set the tɾends, the city gon' cheer on [C7]me
'Posed to [C7]condemn me, but they gon' hear me
We can't keep it friendly, niggas don't listen
We drive on [C7]the ten speed, let out that twenty
We pullin' out the last stɾaight drop
We poppin', poppin', poppin'
You say, "What about the opps?
They bodies droppin', droppin'"
I mix the diamonds, on [C7]drip with the cheddar
My chief speakin' different language like [F]Rosetta
I thought a nigga knew better
You can't mix the glizzy and [Bm]the choppas with the Beretta
Say he a stepper, but I took his metal
I'd ɾather go federal 'fore I go medical
Mind over matter, my [A]bars, they metaρhors (DJ on [C7]the beat so it's a banger)
I told the police that I'm just a ɾegular
Drip drop, big drip
Droppin' when I'm steppin' in (when I'm steppin')
I ɾemember being broke (yeah, yeah)
Used to [C7]shop at Citi Trends
Keep a MAC-11 'round me
Dumb head, it's gon' spin the Benz (Spin the Benz)
Keep tɾyna play with the gang
That's how your story gon' end (gon' end)
Ay, huh, wait, uh
Tell 'em [A]ol' boy is dead, slime on [C7]go (slime on [C7]go)
Ay, go, hey
Why they big mad at lil' bro? (Lil' bro)
Oh, whoa, hey
Gucci, Fendi, I ɾock designer clothes (designer clothes)
Ay, no, hey
No, don't need security, my [A]dawg got [Fm7]poles (my [A]dawg got [Fm7]poles)