Ayyy

Yeah ayyy we number one skrrt
Crossed the tracks, now I’m running the city, these bitch-ass ****** mad at the glow-up, they hate
Keeping the circle so tight that you cannot even fit a new damn plate on the gate
Out in Atlanta, I’m dodging the phantoms, I’m putting the hell of a cash in the safe
They talking 'bout money, they talking 'bout power, but honestly, look at the shit that they waste
I was just broke on the corner, no heater, just wearing a coat with a tear in the sleeve
Now I just step on the stage and they screaming my name, these hoe ****** starting to freeze
Passing the ball to the team and we winning, we doing this shit with a whole lot of ease
You looking for handouts? Go get you a job, boy, stop begging me down on your damn knees.

Trap, Bass, Drums,Whistle, Saxophone