[Verse 1: ElCamino]
I had the 40 in my stash house
Robbed my own uncle for a half ounce
The army green Benz truck
[?] when you think fly n***as, you think us
The illest Versace you ever seen
I'm 22, out of touch [?]
Got my regrets, but this cuban on my chest, n***a
Yo this shit look so fly
The watch on my wrist and thousand dollar kicks
I was just down on my dick
Hitting licks out my mama crib
Yo getting it how I live
That's why I tell it how it is
I remember serving nicks, now every verse is like a pound I flip
Tryna get rich, ain't worried 'bout a bitch
They gon' be there, long as my [?] don't fold
Long as I'm major steppin
[?] looking sketchy
Young n***a still pushing [?]
[?] my bitches sexy

[Chorus: ElCamino]
They think it's all good, til I come through with the chopper, get to airing out they hood
They think this shit a game, til them hollo tips is in they brain
They say I'm ucking insane
They think it's all good, til I come through with the chopper, get to airing out they hood
They think this shit a game, til them hollo tips is in they brain
They say I'm ucking insane
[Verse 2: ElCamino]
I'm hit man with the 40's
I'm just thuggin in my 40's
I feel like [?] juice
[?]
Bentley Coupes
Gotta do what you gotta do
I'm a man of my word
I sold rocks on the curbe
I had the 5th in my [?]
I was fucking up the scale
Had [?] for sail
I stashed the dimes in my [?]
I did so much wrong, I hope the lord don't send me to Hell
Fiends coming to the house
[?] tryna kick me out
I had to get it out the mud
Ain't nobody show me love

[Chorus: ElCamino]
They think it's all good, til I come through with the chopper, get to airing out they hood
They think this shit a game, til them hollo tips is in they brain
They say I'm ucking insane
They think it's all good, til I come through with the chopper, get to airing out they hood
They think this shit a game, til them hollo tips is in they brain
They say I'm ucking insane
[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]
Camino, yo, they think it's all good, bro
Like we ain't got bannanna clips to air out they hood, bro
Every city I go to, I bring out the wolves, yo
I do what I want, you n***as do what y'all could
[?] squeezing with the pump
[?] need a reason to dump
Don't believe me if you want
I'm eegger to let the nina ring and leave the n***a slumped
Counting hundreds while I'm steaming up the blunt
That bitch [?] want my penis [?]
I could buy a new foreign every season if I want
Might park the machine right where I used to pump
Still keep [?] in the trunk
Only [?] in the front
Told you the K's Russian
Talking wreckless on Twitter, I seen him, he say it's nothing
Soda in the pot, got the yay fluffing
My shooters can't wait to spray something, n***a

[Chorus: ElCamino]
They think it's all good, til I come through with the chopper, get to airing out they hood
They think this shit a game, til them hollo tips is in they brain
They say I'm ucking insane
They think it's all good, til I come through with the chopper, get to airing out they hood
They think this shit a game, til them hollo tips is in they brain
They say I'm ucking insane