[Intro]
(Eazy)
Every time I pull up, I'm in a different whip (Wait, mm, mm, n***as)
Ayy, look

[Verse]
See, this a different whip
I bet I call my lil' bro he with a different bitch
She sent the text tryna settle out our differences
And I'm with Better Off the family, you need membership
My bitch told me if I love her, we gon' make it work
The neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, bitch, I sell shirts
Bitch, I just dropped a deuce of green and had to pop a Perc'
I swear this ain't what n***as want, I feel like Lil Durk
He said he got him for thе twelve, told him lock it in
I pull up AMG Mercеdes, this a body Benz
I got them racks in the middle, this ain't Roddy Ricch
Behind tint, I'm probably slidin' with somebody bitch
And we just sold out a show, we gettin' to that pape' (Look)
And me and Beaner stick together, this is not a race
My baby finish cookin' dinner, shit, it's gettin' late
If you ain't getting to no chicken, n***as in the way
These Paris dunks cost a bag you might never see
These n***as don't know how to dress, they might copy me
He talkin' crazy, caught him slippin' like, "What's poppin', G?"
That Drac' hit him in his back, he got knock knees
If I ain't answerin' my phone, shit, I'm in the booth
A good fit of zip of weed and a two of juice
Ain't gotta check in with nobody, n***a, who is you?
They took, we took, but that's a lose-lose
We all some damn fools, but this the way of life
To outgrow the old me, I'm prayin' every night
But every day another shootin', it's a scary sight (Look)
The way we livin', we gon' end up needing Clara White
But I'm still running up this bag, I won't ever stop
These n***as funkin' with the homies but they scared of opps
I swear I'm changin' n***as life if I get the drop
I'm tryna clean this bitch up with this fuckin' mop
This n***a talking about some money, ain't seen twenty G's (Look)
I'm stepping on you n***as necks, I won't let them breathe
I'm finna drop a new tape, give me a couple weeks
Don't need nobody in my section but a couple freaks
I gotta try to find service for this Google Maps (Look)
You can't get lost on that road when you move in packs
They know I moved up out the city but I'm movin' back
And when I pull up in that— they be like, "Who is that?"
But they won't never guess
If you think shorty really loyal, put her to her test
He died from a face shot and buddy wore a vest
Them 223s kickin' hot, it's eatin' up his flesh (Look)
He killed the n***a bare face, skied up and left
And bitch I'm slidin' through the East, it feel like GTA
She beggin' just to get this dick like, "What's your ETA?"
I'm loadin' up a plate to go, we at STK
She probably think I can't spell, I want STA
[Outro]
(Eazy)