[Intro]
Young Slatt, Yak Gotti
Young Successful Living
Yeah, this a Slatt lifestyle and shit (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
How we up? They can't even the score
Let 'em know that the Glock got a thirty or better
The drum and the stick got a scope
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't feelin' these bros
If you slime then you wipin' your nose
If you slime you abide by the code
I ain't gon' lie, I got eyes on the Forbes
I ain't gon' lie, I jumped right in a Ford

[Verse 1]
Now the engine in back of the doors
And we ridin' thеm coupes back to back
And I'm ridin' in a Beamer, hе ridin' in a Porsche
Walked out the court room, then walked in the house
[?] n***a, I sit on the court
Gotti, know YG, that stand for Yak Gotti
You n***as, you cannot extort
First he tried me and then I had plugged him just like a auxiliary cord
Boulevard [?] for war
I'm tryna pull a mill' in the 'Yard
Used to walk with two knives and a lock on the belt when I think about killin' the yard, nah
Was a flat head, now I'm pushin' start
Fuck what you thinkin' and fuck what you thought
Polo T on me, I'm at the Ritz Carlton
Ice on me blingin', they think that I lost it
I got it in, I sat right in my cell for [?]
Young n***a, you know that I'm bossed up
Same people that never gave me shit now they get they hand out and I don't got nothin' to offer
[?] now lil' n***a a offin'
I dropped him
[Chorus]
How we up? They can't even the score
Let 'em know that the Glock got a thirty or better
The drum and the stick got a scope
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't feelin' these bros
If you slime then you wipin' your nose
If you slime you abide by the code
I ain't gon' lie, I got eyes on the Forbes
I ain't gon' lie, I jumped right in a Ford

[Verse 2]
I ain't gon' lie, I just jumped out the blender
January Seventh I got out the county
But I got out the feds in December
Geeked up, I don't remember
Strapped up like suspenders
Add up all my jewelry and I could've bought a Bentley
They thought I was finished
Really I'm beginning
Handle all the business
Green tag like some spinach
Slugs come from the dentist
Cooked up, window tinted
Feed that n***a putang 'cause that n***a in the blender
Go against me, well, I know [?], I'm gon' rip you
Talkin' rest in peace then I ain't tryna fuckin' strip you
Smokin' on my opper, yeah, I smoke it like a Swisher
Seem like when you gone they don't even miss you
I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause that's just how they hit you
[Chorus]
How we up? They can't even the score
Let 'em know that the Glock got a thirty or better
The drum and the stick got a scope
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't feelin' these bros
If you slime then you wipin' your nose
If you slime you abide by the code
I ain't gon' lie, I got eyes on the Forbes
I ain't gon' lie, I jumped right in a Ford

[Outro]
I'm tryna pull a mill' in the 'Yard
Mill' in the Goyard
Said I'm tryna pull a mill' in the 'Yard