Lyrics: Papa Njie
Music: Papa Njie
This shit is ours
Ain't nobody else, come on
Dølla Gang, YV
YSL, YVL, I send 'em to Hell
Okay
I'm OD burnin' up my lungs from this Grabba Leaf (Brr, Øway, yeah, yeah)
Tryna give this girl the world (Yeah, yeah), she deserve all of me (Uh)
Exchange my riches for pearls, so she could ball with me (Cha-ching, cha-ching)
Pack leader, I came with a herd, these bitches all with me (Damn)
They just hacked my new jack (Woah), too bad, I popped out two phones
Alex Digenova boots, these bitches two-tone
NYC was popped as ****, had to take the B102 home
Now these Benji's comin' in, my mama like I'm too gone
Shaka Zulu, strikin' out the opposition (Hey, hey), hey
Might bust his brain, take his chain, the Tommy vicious, hey
Them .223's hit that pussy with precision (Brr, brr, brr), huh
I'm the hottest in the ****in' game (Okay), I made the decision (Yeah, yeah)
Yes, switchin' out my fragrance (Yeah, yeah), cash out at Dover Street (I'm gone)
Huh, switch ho like the [?] she play with my braids while I'm rubbin' her feet (Woo, woo)
Hey (Bling, bling), brand new GLE, got a freak ho bussin' all over the sheets (I'm changin' the mother****in' game, Pz' poppin')
It's a hunnid million reasons why Pz' ain't in the street (I don't got no mother****in' chain)
Hey, Spring Summer season, rock like seven different shows, huh ([?] the mother****in' stage, yeah)
Huh, I been on my deen, got a Maison Margiela thobe (Braow, braow, yeah)
Addicted to countin' this green and makin' these strippers hoes touch they toe (I'm gone, hey, hey)
Baby, I know this shit ain't right (Hey, hey, hey), I ain't no role model (Yeah, yeah)
Lil' bitch, I'm a Vogue model (Yeah, yeah)
Man, this shit gettin' so colossal (Yeah, yeah)
Call me Pz' young Aristotle (We gone, we gone)
Strike a spell like I'm Harry Potter (Woo)
I was gettin' them lil' temp fades on the Southside (Braow, braow), now I'm in a Paris hostel (Uh-huh)
Young Pz' breakin' the news, the children is screamin' like, "How is this possible?" (What he said?)
Got the blogs spreadin' the message, a young nigga that overcame every obstacle (What he said?)
Bad lil' ginger bitch, I love her charisma, I call her Kim Possible (God damn)
Huh, 20/20 vision, I got pristine opticals (Yeah, okay, okay, okay)
If you ain't YV or Dølla Gang, I ain't gon' rock with you (Hey, hey, hell nah)
I'm OD burnin' up my lungs from this Grabba Leaf (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna give this girl the world, she deserve all of me
Exchange my riches for pearls, so she could ball with me
Pack leader, I came with a herd, these bitches all with me
They just hacked my new jack, too bad, I popped out two phones
Alex Digenova boots, these bitches two-tone
NYC was popped as ****, had to take the B102 home
Now these Benji's comin' in (I already did this shit), my mama like I'm too gone (Pz' poppin', bitch)
I been gettin' these checks, Pz' poppin' bitch
Woo
I'm steppin' on shit all 2026
These niggas don't like this shit
Get the ****, we takin' this shit over