Lyrics: Reuben Frost
(We in this—, ro-ro—, **** goin' on, R8?)
(Rockin' with, rockin' with Patrick)
Huh
I might go buy a Bottega (Yeah)
I'll see you now, see you later (Yeah)
I'm not trustin' these hoes (Hoes), I swear to God I can't save them (Can't save them)
I got this shit on my own (Own), when it come to my city, I'm the favorite (Yeah)
I can do this lil' shit 'cause I'm able (Yeah)
If you tryin' this shit, we gon' bake 'em (Let's go)
I'm in Atlanta right now, it look like Iraq, I ride in a tank (Baow)
My racks gon' talk for me (Yeah), so to you, I got nothing to say (No)
I've been workin' hard all day, I push up, sak pase (Yeah)
It's so many hoes out here I won't chase 'cause I gotta find my way (Let's go)
These niggas they talk, I know that they cake
My brother, he uppin' the ranks (He uppin' the ranks)
I'm off of the X, I'm off of the drank
I **** 'round and go right to space (I go right to space)
I run up a check and blow it all down, I **** 'round and do it again (Yeah)
These niggas they switch and fall out 'bout hoes (Yeah), but I swear to God that's a shame (Let's go)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), I told you we high and we fat (Fat)
I told that lil' ho to relax ('Lax)
The way that she throwin' it back, I might go and hit it and go give her the signal (Yeah, go get it)
You know I'm the ticket, you know that I'm one of one (Ticket), baby, you know that's a fact (You know it)
You know I don't **** with these niggas, you know I just love to go count up some cash (You know I don't **** with these niggas)
I just stay out the mix, I just stay out the way (I just stay out), bitch, I gotta go count me a band (Count)
When I'm in the UK, I get high off weed, I ain't smokin' no fakes (No fakes)
Got a Glock 19 with a FRT, I bet that boy get tanned (Bleh)
All these niggas so cap (Doot)
I might go buy a Bottega (Bottega)
I'll see you now, see you later (See you later)
I'm not trustin' these hoes (Hoes), I swear to God I can't save them (Can't save them)
I got this shit on my own (Own), when it come to my city, I'm the favorite (I'm the favorite)
I can do this lil' shit 'cause I'm able (Let's go)
If you tryin' this shit, we gon' bake 'em (Baow)
I'm in Atlanta right now, it look like Iraq, I ride in a tank (I ride in a tank)
My racks gon' talk for me (Yeah), so to you, I got nothing to say (Ayy)
I've been workin' hard all day, I push up, sak pase (Yeah)
It's so many hoes out here I won't chase 'cause I gotta find my way (Woah)