Chorus:
*(TEC)
If you ain't in a foreign, you gotta stay out our lane
Cause when we get to going baby you know its a ball game
My jeans skinny but got plenty in these balmains
Prices to expensive for you n***as, I'm out y'all range
I don't fuck with y'all lames, cause they be gang hopping
The reason why I keep the same patnas
I know I up this bitch and bust it I know Maine popping
You beef with one you beef with all you got the same options
Verse 1: TEC
Told Ray they bet not let me touch 100 bands
Money talks, and you n***as shit be mumbling
They can't see me but I see em Stevie Wondering
How we do that same shit, that gang shit, and run them bands
Run them bitches up, aye
Cause that's fun that's funnel cake
Meezy told me take no breaks
We got them birds on the wayyyy, yea
Clip with the curve on k
Finna overdose on that surp, we just poured a 8
And I ain't never gave a fuck n***a what up
N***a try to cut up I'm a make the k stutter
Riding for my n***as and I put that on my mother
Free Lil Reagan and Lil Casey them my muthafuckin brothas
Purple baby 250 on the dash mufucka
Mad at my cash you a sad mufucka
Where was you when I was broke and I ain't have mufucka
And now my wrist cost a F-Type Jag mufucka, got damn
Bridge: TEC
Baby we be ballin like the allstars
Percocets and them Tabs, we dont do no Barz
Hope yo n***as catch a grenade for you Bruno Mars
Up the K with sword, bitch this ain't no facade
Chorus:
*(TEC)
If you ain't in a foreign, you gotta stay out our lane
Cause when we get to going baby you know its a ball game
My jeans skinny but got plenty in these balmains
Prices to expensive for you n***as, I'm out y'all range
I don't fuck with y'all lames, cause they be gang hopping
The reason why I keep the same patnas
I know I up this bitch and bust it I know Maine popping
You beef with one you beef with all you got the same options
Verse 2: Maine Musik
Death around the corner, so you best not turn that curb n***a
Clap yo self betta ask yo self if them n***as gone swerve witcha
Surp sippa, I get full of that shit on the daily
I dare they try shit on them baby's
Got a choppa like fuck that 380
I'll fuck yo block up if I wave it
Put yo shit all on the pavement
Pay my lil shoota a payment
Walk up and click it off of safety like
I wear different type of designer, he wear different type of designer
Monday through Thursday is Louis Vuitton
I'm so Gucci with guns on a Friday
Ice on my neck like who wanna play hockey
You rock but I rock, bitch you know how I rock it
As soon as the rock, get hard and then I ship to New Orleans from Houston I'm watching the Rockets
Punchline was nice and I'm hoping you caught it
Gun in the building no one knowing I got it
Shots end up firing no one knowing who shot it
Bitch I want that Rarri fuck that Bugatti
Told Lucci that Loui look good on my line
Water surrounding the timing
Aquafina my diamonds
Ladder with me, I'm climbing
I'm with the same gang I'll never change on em
Change the climate, and let them hollow shells rain on em
Chorus:
*(TEC)
If you ain't in a foreign, you gotta stay out our lane
Cause when we get to going baby you know its a ball game
My jeans skinny but got plenty in these balmains
Prices to expensive for you n***as, I'm out y'all range
I don't fuck with y'all lames, cause they be gang hopping
The reason why I keep the same patnas
I know I up this bitch and bust it I know Maine popping
You beef with one you beef with all you got the same options
