Let's go chop stalls dj candle stickLike big time, I'm a hot boy, I'm the last one in the cityAll of my bitches, waking so littyCall this hop to pop, the whole cell got me litFly up in the big time, I pray for the pigeon***, *** on your bitch, kingLife don't come with feelings, just the fly ***Stars in the rainI'm feeling so littyRunning through the minutes, got me on litty*** on bad bitches, got me so littyI'm feeling so littyI'm back, I'm back up in this bitch, still got that rollie on my wristThis a classic, not a hit, I keep two sticks like a twixI got partners in the A from zone one to zone sixI try to stuck to royalty chicks in these jeans, they won't fitI keep a brown bottle, not peroxideYou are not fly, I'm top five, been a drop five for the Glock 9These rappers commercial, I speak for the streetsThe same cats you drop to starve, I let them all eatI'm on my nipsey hustle ***, I'm putting all money inThe club, club, popping bottles with my partner dead endWe be, we be drinking red too, we be drinking that tooAnd screw the L forever, you can tell it by my tattoo24-7 around the clock, I'ma forget itScrewed up when I'm so litty, get back to my businessScrewed up big time, I'm a hot boy, I'm the last one in the cityScrewed up with my bitches, when I'm so littyClick forever, call yourself a ***er, hold stillGonna make me fly, been a big time, pray for the forever***in' on your bitch, P, let the gold up in usThat's that fly nigga ***, we put stars in the riverI'm feeling so litty, running through the minutes, got me on littyChop it up, I'm so littyI'm feeling so litty, I'm feeling so littyI'm from the heavy, start, stay, flow, your jeans eraYou from the skinnies, Papa Molly, nicotine eraThese new rappers quick to disrespect Tupac, this *** is crazy manYou can't be in this *** if you not a Nas or a Jay-Z fanOr Ryan Kim or Slick Rick, them legends had the flyest whipsI just blew a bag today, on some unreleased kicksAnd I ain't even got no plans todayAnd now your wife saying she ain't got no man todayI'm the throwback Jersey King, *** it, we gon' bring them backBut when it's time to clean up nice, I'm throwing on the suit and slacksMy kitchen table full of champagne for the damn gangI'm set for life, I blew a quarter milli' on the damn chain24-7, I'm riding car, I'ma go get itWake up so litty, get back to the businessLike Big Thomas, I'm a hot boy, class one in the cityAll of my bitches, wake up so littyCody simple pop the whole cell, got me litFly in the big time, I pray for the pigeons***in' on your bitch, can't lie, don't call me fellasJust a fly nigga, ***, stars in the roofI'm feeling so littyRun it through them bitches, got me all lit