[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(2Ezzy on some other shit)
Woah

[Chorus]
Went and got them bags up, yeah
Finna take another flight
Life go on, your bitch alright
FInna take off, you bet' sit tight
She gon' drip hard in Bottega
Come slide like I'm a skater
I do not wanna hear nun
What you bringing to the table?
Not your saviour, need my paper
I been greater, why would I stress out?

[Verse]
Yeah Lil' Go, shooting again
Here we go, once again
On a strip with a bad bitch, she might make me sin
And my pants they be saggin’, can't hold up all these bands
All I got is them dead friеnds, shoutout Benjamin
And these n***as watchin’ so you can't call thеm your mans
Got that nine in the back, he'll run up and try his chance
Hop on another n***a track and eat the beat, you know what I’m sayin’?
And them pussy n***as old, boy we need that shit [?]
What’s up? What the fuck is goin on? Whats the plan?
What’s good? Know I’m smokin’ on exotic, no other strains
You rough, ‘cause I can tell yo' diamonds fake, your shit don’t dance
New phone, I ain't pickin’ up if it ain't bout them bands, Uh
[Chorus]
Went and got them bags up, yeah
Finna take another flight
Life go on, your bitch alright
FInna take off, you bet' sit tight
She gon' drip hard in Bottega
Come slide like I'm a skater
I do not wanna hear nun
What you bringing to the table?
Not your saviour, need my paper
I been greater, why would I stress out?

[Outro]
Yeah, pff
Yeah, yeah, pff
Pff, yeah
Yeah
Yeah