(I'm too far gone)
(Yeah)

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5
I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai
Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly
You niggas square, divide 'em by pie
Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by
Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die
Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie
When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe

I've been number one, bitch, don't need no trophy
Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I'll be ballin' like Kobe
Ridin' down the 101 not no Zoey
I stay stackin' with my twin for the win, Zach and Cody
You niggas be hatin', Mr. Mosby
Stackin' it up, on lowkey
Stay stackin' up, rackin' up, triple OG
F**k stress, stay blessed, stay away from the phonies

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5
I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai
Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly
You niggas square, divide 'em by pie
Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by
Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die
Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie
When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe

Light that sh*t up
Walk in the spot, I'ma pipe sh*t up
Them niggas hatin' my swag, them niggas so bitter
I thought I told them little niggas I'm hard hitta (Takin' that sh*t to the heart)
I thought I told you little niggas I'm gon' get up (Tell them little niggas I'm God)
Press Sh*t, don't matter like how could you fold nigga? (How could you bitch? Oh my God)
How could you let that hate sit in your soul, nigga? (How could it sit in your soul?)
Shawty a demon, a real soul switcher (I'm like, how did you know?)
Y'all niggas steppin' on toes
Handle that sh*t like you grown
Doin' this sh*t on my 'lone
I got that bag on my own
F**k it, I'm in the zone
Gon' say nigga I'm God
Hop in that ghost, I'm ghost, I'm gone

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5
I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai
Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly
You niggas square, divide 'em by pie
Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by
Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die
Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie
When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe