Look,
Back in the trap, I was servin’ them fiends
Now I pull up in the Benz with the beam
Shorty wan' ride, she gon’ slide for the team
Ice on my neck like I play for the Kings
Woo back, baby, don’t get too close
Drip too clean, might d***n in the Ghost
She love the way that I move
Love how I handle the tool
Yeah, I made it from the block where it’s cold
Now my wrist don't freeze, it glows
Tell 'em don't talk on the bros
We send shots, not posts
In the stu’ with a freak, late night
She love that I'm real, not hype
Said she want love, I told her, "Aight"
But I’m gone by the morning light