Lyrics: Tijan Samateh/Papa Njie
Music: Tijan Samateh/Papa Njie
[Intro: Pz']
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Pz']
The **** is a ceiling? We reachin' new heights
Lil' shawty, she love me, she say I'm her light
I get all my dope from Ripe
On the Eastside, we throwin' these ones tonight
Free all my bros up in Ripe Street
Stackin' SLP like I'm a hypebeast
Baby, I'm a weekend rockstar, Gen Z popstar
Bustin' my mother****in' Glock to see where the opps are
This bitch in a Ford Expedition, she ridin' around in a cop car
I been travelin' the world like a rockstar, yeah
The **** is a ceiling? We reachin' new heights
Pack meet, posted up on the block with my knife
I need this bitch to get me right
Don't be down like Rocky
I'm swingin' my stick like it's hockey
Atlanta, we all roll in that mother****in' lair
The Dølla boys, baby, they lovin' my sound
They love my charisma, love the way that we stackin' these figures
Man, the D's tried to bust on that trigger
Pz' poppin', ain't nobody bigger
'Cause all my brothers is winners
Yes, all my brothers is winners
Swear to God, I deserve me a milli'
Dark and M when I'm feelin' real chilly
Up in New York, I'm posted with billions
[Verse 1: Dragnutz]
Up in New York, I'm posted with brodie (Bitch, bitch)
Up in Cali, I'm posted with shit (What? What?)
Threw back four Percs, I'm high as a bitch (Bitch, no cap, nigga)
Say my name, you better ride with that switch (Bitch, LeDrag, nigga)
You still broke, boy, you gotta get a grip (Baow, bitch)
Smoke out bags, we don't smoke out no zip (Baow, bitch)
You better duck when Drag come with that Drac' (Lil' Drag, nigga)
When I up fire, not gon' lie, I felt shit (Bitch, no cap)
Four pockets full, and I step on my shit (Four pocket, nigga)
We got your drop right outside with four-fifth (Baow, we got your drop)
Bitch, I got swag, your bitch tryna eat my dick (Bitch, I got swag)
Find someone else, this lil' bitch think she slick (Find someone else)
Nigga, **** 12, we can't **** with no cops
Lil' Drag got— Lil' Drag got pounds of that za, come and shop (Bitch, I got packs)
You think you— you think you smart, man, your life on that clock (Bitch, bitch)
Boy, you rap good, but ain't been in no— (What?)
Came up from nothin', how the **** I'm on top?
Nigga, look back, Lil' Drag made it so far (Bitch)
Never go broke, Lil' Drag somethin' like Lil Top
Step in the spot, your bitch tryna give me— yeah (Lil' Drag, nigga)
We tryna get rich, we outside the whole week (We tryna— no cap)
We in Atlanta, nigga, me and Pz'
We took 'em down for his kit 'cause he sweet (Bitch)
We all get cash, but we make it look easy (Bitch, what?)
Two Glocks, John Wick, bro lookin' sweet
YSL kicks, man, all that shit cheap (What?)
My Hedi jeans, man, all that shit cheap (Bitch, what?)
Got some more drugs, man, all that shit cheap (No cap)
[Chorus: Pz']
The **** is a ceiling? We reachin' new heights
Lil' shawty, she love me, she say I'm her light
I get all my dope from Ripe
On the Eastside, we throwin' these ones tonight
Free all my bros up in Ripe Street
Stackin' SLP like I'm a hypebeast
Baby, I'm a weekend rockstar, Gen Z popstar
Bustin' my mother****in' Glock to see where the opps are
This bitch in a Ford Expedition, she ridin' around in a cop car
I been travelin' the world like a rockstar, yeah
The **** is a ceiling? We reachin' new heights
Pack meet, posted up on the block with my knife
I need this bitch to get me right
Don't be down like Rocky
I'm swingin' my stick like it's hockey
Atlanta, we all roll in that mother****in' lair
The Dølla boys, baby, they lovin' my sound
They love my charisma, love the way that we stackin' these figures
Man, the D's tried to bust on that trigger
Pz' poppin', ain't nobody bigger
'Cause all my brothers is winners
Yes, all my brothers is winners
Swear to God, I deserve me a milli'
Dark and M when I'm feelin' real chilly
Up in New York, I'm posted with billions
[Outro: Dragnutz]
No cap, nigga