Yo, and I'm right back on Rodeo Still got some boys on the payroll I see you sippin' on Cairo She with a P in LA at the condo We bout to eat my Giorno Hop in the P-House, I'm beamin' on Narcos Thinkin' I should take the Bronco O.J., gotta go get it tomorrow I'm sellin' out the Apollo Inside my body, it's hollow Count up, don't break, get your force out the ghetto You know that was always the motto Somebody wanna talk, got the side of his neck I just let it be, don't come and swallow Told my lil' brother we pullin' up, spankin' everybody who thinkin' we froze Don't do no explainin', I don't know what you thinkin' But you heard that young gunna grow You add up the two rings I bought for my bangers, I pay like six hundred or more Give out so many bells, I bought so many bangers You askin' them real ones, no I been puttin' that stuff on, show these boy how to dress And get fresh and pull up with the dough Don't care about nobody, been sendin' me threats on the West I get love from the locs Let me turn back around and go back to a cell For somebody with internet jokes Still doin' it for Jeff and the kitty, you know it's R.P. to the Pope Am I hot covered in chrome? Then I'm just now rockin' chrome Gunna back up early morn' Mad as it's passin' me roads Half your lil' spenders been doin' it wrong I never talk on the phone Hear a clash, y'all said they wanna be known Mad that we didn't put em on And I'm right back over there Still got some boys on the payroll I see you sippin' on Cairo She with her P in LA at the condo We bout to eat my Giano Hop in the P-House, I'm beamin' on Narcos O.J., gotta go get it tomorrow I'm sellin' out the Apollo Inside my body is hollow Count up, don't wreck it, you're forced out the ghetto You know that was always the motto Somebody wanna talk, I decided Nigga, just let it be, I'm comin' swallow You pick the fight and no way you can run from the player Cause we goin' at it I got some homies locked up in the dungeon They say they feel me like a fabric I know you heard I been pullin' up, pressin' these cowboys who claim not ready And been all in the yacht, got me takin' my shirt off Look at it, my whole body tatted Got the T-Rex automatic No, I ain't south to Atlantic Bulletproof truck and it's matted Ain't takin' none of this for granted All of it costin', ain't nothin' for feedin' this shit So yeah, I gotta have it Yeah, I'm still young, I'm not one, and I'm still a big P And I smell like Dallas Back on the ... at it, one of my diamonds a paddock I think I got on the matters I'm dressin' up like a seller I said it's ... I said it'd be on the attic She done pulled up with no panties Back in my Los Angeles, Paris And I'm right back on Rodeo Still got some boys on the payroll I see you sippin' on Cairo She with a P in LA at the condo We bout to eat my Giano Hop in the P-House, I'm beamin' on Narcos Thinkin' I should take the Bronco O.J., gotta go get it tomorrow I'm sellin' out the Apollo Inside my body is hollow Count up the rack, get your force out the ghetto You know that was always the motto Somebody wanna talk, got the sky to his neck I just let it be, I'm comin' swallow