INTRO ft. Babar Lyrics

(Big body Bugatti, exotic frames what he got and I got bitch that ain't the same)

(Uh, Yeah)

Yeah, Imma hop on the PJ my one way to fame,

Ice on my neck I just left Johnny Dang

Big body Bugatti exotic frames

What he got and I got bitch that ain't the same

Two tone my AP I look like a stain

Reach for my pockets a whole climate change

She fill her nose with some snow make it rain

Watch bodies drop nigga reach for my chain

hop on the PJ my one way to fame,

Ice on my neck I just left Johnny Dang

Big body Bugatti exotic frames

What he got and I got bitch that ain't the same

Two tone my AP I look like a stain

Reach for my pockets a whole climate change

She fill her nose with some snow make it rain

Watch bodies drop nigga reach for my chain

(Jig)

My bro in the can and he sleep with a shank,

Them hunnits falling out

My pockets like bank

Wide body cat hard to stay in my lane

Shorty got load and that motherfucker swang

Bitch got some nerves asking what is my name

Fuck around and wake the hood up when we spin,

One way to fame on my way imma sin

Don't hit my phone tryna ask how I been,

High in the sky me and bro sipping lean

Turn these rappers off the way they keep switching

High off a perc I'm just scratching and itching

My bitch on the phone she tripping for no reason

One way to fame from no food in the kitchen

I hang with trappers and robbers they grimy

Babar with me wish a fuck boy would try me

Someone tell instagram to verify me

Yeah Imma hop on the PJ my one way to fame,

Ice on my neck I just left Johnny Dang

Big body Bugatti exotic frames

What he got and I got bitch that ain't the same

Two tone my AP I look like a stain

Reach for my pockets a whole climate change

She fill her nose with some snow make it rain

Watch bodies drop nigga reach for my chain

hop on the PJ my one way to fame,

Ice on my neck I just left Johnny Dang

Big body Bugatti exotic frames

What he got and I got bitch that ain't the same

Two tone my AP I look like a stain

Reach for my pockets a whole climate change

She fill her nose with some snow make it rain

Watch bodies drop nigga reach for my chain

First nigga run up get hit that with burner

Run from Obama might blow like Osama

Niggas be acting like hood lil mamas

Bitch take it back cause I ain't with the drama

Smack a bitch ass now she calling my doctor

It's spin-a-thon spin the block helicopter

I made a promise I'll die with my chopper

Niggas be snakes in the grass imma hop em

Go get the stick have lil folks n em mop em

Just like a mixtape tell bro n em drop em

This that new dior my bitch n em cop it

One way to fame and I'm flying in private

Hop off the jet in the foreign I'm driving

Wock by the pints cause my cousin prescribing

Minding my business with all of that smiling

Ice on my wrist just might freeze up my timing

(timing, timing, timing, timing, timing, timing)