Hopped in a foreign
Slippin' on ice
Feeling alright
Getting my bag
Trippin' all night
Sippin' on yak
Straight to the back
Never the same
You are not gang
Lil boy you lack
Watch your back before that chop go swinging
Sing
Watch, that chop gon' sing
Swing
Swing your bitch right 'round
Im a king
Got 'bout 4 or 5 rings
Those not championships
That's finer things
Louis, Givenchy & Prada
Boy I'm not talking designer
We out her buying that real estate
Imma go get me a bag today
Imma go pull me some cash out
Lil boy don't know that I'm racked out
Stackin' my chips, no stash house
We only taking the back routes
Chop is gon' swing out the
Drop
Aim at the opps
That's my gang
Stick with the mop
That's my gang
They came with the shots
That's my gang
That's my gang
Hopped in a foreign
Slippin' on ice
Feeling alright
Getting my bag
Trippin' all night
Sippin' on yak
Straight to the back
Never the same
You are not gang
Lil boy you lack
Watch your back before that chop go swinging