1209. What it do, 30? (What it do, 30?)
One false move, you a goner
We was maskin' up before corona
Young nigga hangin' out the Bentley
1209. What it do, 30? (What it do, 30?)
One false move, you a goner
We was maskin' up before corona
Young nigga hangin' out the Bentley
Wide arms swing around the corner
Paper tag this is not a loaner
Drug dealer, this one for the owners
This ain't for the leasers
Tom Ford loafers, you could never tie my sneakers
Put her on the block list, I'm like "Bye Felicia"
I be on the island with a Spanish mamacita
And shorty she be wildin', it's no way that I'ma eat her
Fuck her, I don't feed her, I just fuck her, I don't need her
We just tryna win shit, Glock four, gem shit
Clear click and stick shift, don't fear shit, we been shit
Two friends kissin' on the yacht, that's like a friendship
New Benz, when we hit they block, we spinnin' this shit
We be ridin' bulletproof, 'cause we be really in shit
He was ridin' bulletproof, we shot it 'til we fifty
Nigga, I was sturdy back when I was dirty
Started with an ounce, had twenty million by the time I'm thirty
I was in and out deep in that field where niggas die by thirty
Hangin' with the killers playin' bye-bye-birdy, ya' dig?
Condo in Tribeca, got my mom in Jersey
I wish death on anything that threaten me or try to hurt me
I was [?] play my song bright and early
Workout with the life, doin' a thousand burpees, you dig?
Plain Jane, Richard, five-hundred-eighty Benz
Shit expensive, gotta watch the way you shake my hand
I make the Richie match the Virgil, I just changed the plan
They killed my daddy, I was five and I got made a man
1209. Hva det gjør, 30? (Hva det gjør, 30?)
En falsk trekk, du fortapt
Vi ble MASKIN' opp før corona
Young nigga Hangin' ut Bentley
Brede armene svinge rundt hjørnet
Paper tag dette er ikke en låne
Narkolanger, dette for eierne
Dette er ikke for de leasers
Tom Ford loafers, kan du aldri knyte joggesko
Sett henne på blokkeringslisten, jeg liker "Bye Felicia"
Jeg være på øya med en spansk Mamacita
Og shorty hun være wildin', det er ingen måte at I'ma spise henne
Knulle henne, vet jeg ikke mate henne, jeg bare faen henne, jeg trenger ikke henne
Vi tryna vinne shit, Glock fire, perle dritt
Clear klikk og girstang, frykt ikke dritt, vi har vært dritt
To venner Kissin' på yachten, som er som et vennskap
New Benz, når vi treffer de blokkerer, vi spinner denne dritten
Vi skal Ridin' skuddsikre, fordi vi virkelig i dritt
Han ble Ridin' skuddsikre, vi skjøt den til vi femti
Nigga, jeg var solid tilbake da jeg var skitne
Startet med en unse, hadde tjue millioner av den tiden jeg er tretti
Jeg var inn og ut dypt i det feltet hvor niggas dø av tretti
Hangin' med morderne playin' bye-bye-birdy, ya' grave?
Leilighet i Tribeca, fikk min mor i Jersey
Jeg ønsker død på noe som truer meg eller prøver å skade meg
Jeg var [?] Spiller min sang lyse og tidlig
Trening med livet, doin' tusen burpees, graver du?
Plain Jane, Richard, fem hundre og åtti Benz
SHIT dyrt, må se på måten du rister hånden min
Jeg gjør Richie matche Virgil, jeg bare endret plan
De drepte faren min, jeg var fem, og jeg fikk gjort en mann