[Intro] Yeah It’s your boy Lil Duke Yeah I’m back on my shit, you know Yeah-ah
[Hook] Young nigga I’m on my shit now I could care less ‘bout a bitch now Told my mama that we rich now I used to get ‘em and get ‘em right out Came from the streets so I don’t got to learn it I had to get on my grind and go earn it Can’t catch no trap if you don’t got the burner And they saluting me like a lil colonel I’m in that new Rari, young California I cannot ride with that bitch if she boring
[Verse 1] I was just in the street, now I keep touring Trap on the block, I just brung home the Taurus Had to stay at it and I turned important Mona Lisa on my side and she gorgeous Broke bitches and they cannot afford me Balling and get money, yeah that’s my hobby Model bitches with me, yeah they on molly Bad bitches with me sucking my privates I got it on me, you know I can’t hide it That’s my mamacita and she likes to ride it I’m out in LA, I’m studio vibing And it ain’t no telling what I be driving I’m in some shit and you know that it’s fast Walk in the booth and I just might start spazzing Trunk in the front, the engine in the back Play with my money, you niggas gettin’ blasted Out in LA on the low with an actress Used to watch spots and hide work in the mattress Maison Margiella, bitch you know my fashion I brought them racks out and you know I’m cashin’ We having parties and we live in mansions I’m loving this rapping shit with a passion
[Hook] Young nigga I’m on my shit now I could care less ‘bout a bitch now Told my mama that we rich now I used to get ‘em and get ‘em right out Came from the streets so I don’t got to learn it I had to get on my grind and go earn it Can’t catch no trap if you don’t got the burner And they saluting me like a lil colonel I’m in that new Rari, young California I cannot ride with that bitch if she boring
[Verse 2] I cannot ride in that shit if it ain’t foreign I cannot ride with that bitch if she boring I’m on the road with the Thugger, we touring I cannot ride with that bitch if she boring I got a thirty on me like I’m Curry My niggas strapped and we don’t got no worries Nigga complain then he gonna get buried Different color diamonds just like a parrot Elliot diamonds, no these are not Jared Diamonds just got out that brand new McLaren Pull up and hop out, they staring I’m having déjà vu, my bitch the baddest Put that shit on, that be tragic Don’t got no stylist, I got my own fashion Thirty-one Robbins like Baskin Thinkin’ ‘bout robbing, you gonna get blasted I’m in the back of the ‘Bach And I’m sipping on lean and I’m drinking on Act I used to be in the street Run up on niggas and rob with a mask Then I start selling the gas I ran up a sack and I bought me some bags
[Hook] Young nigga I’m on my shit now I could care less ‘bout a bitch now Told my mama that we rich now I used to get ‘em and get ‘em right out Came from the streets so I don’t got to learn it I had to get on my grind and go earn it Can’t catch no trap if you don’t got the burner And they saluting me like a lil colonel I’m in that new Rari, young California I cannot ride with that bitch if she boring I cannot ride with that bitch if she boring I cannot ride with that bitch if she boringTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
