Lyrics:

Yeah, y'all already know,
When I walk the f-ck back
You can't act like that ain't the flyest thing you ever seen in your whole entire muthaf-ckin sorry a-s life

Can't say I'm not the freshest n-gga that you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin' less in my jeans
That's probably why yo b-tch keep ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind (I grind)
No sleep (sleep)
I'm good in the hood everybody know me (know me)
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stuntin' like a young n-gga supposed to

Stunt'n like I'm supposed to
Ridin' with my hat cocked
Smokin' something good 3 blunts and I'm smacked out
All city on smash, game on padlock
26 inch rims, chrome 'em on the matchbox
6 bad hoes man I can't choose one
3 cell phones I just can't use one
You see how often I spit
You just off bread hun
This the sh-t they can't do young
Talk fly if you look 'em in the air
Too young, you wonder where I got these Gucci pair of shoes from
A lot of y'all mad
To me it's just funny
I see why y'all hatin' man and the hoes just love me
And you know I'm gettin' shhh
F-ck it I ain't gotta say it
The tab taken care of n-gga I ain't gotta pay it
Yeah, I'm all day with it, year round
I bet if you was here now

Can't say I'm not the freshest n-gga that you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin' less in my jeans
That's probably why yo b-tch keep ringin' my phone

When I pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind (I grind)
No sleep (sleep)
I'm good in the hood everybody know me (know me)
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stuntin' like a young n-gga supposed to

Got a fat knot, blunt rolled up
Me I ride clean, neck froze up
Bad b-tch on the side
My n-ggas all rich
Foreign whips what they drive
Yeah, I smell like Gucci and big money too
See them guys with me? they gettin' money too
Ride 22's and got heat so
If a n-gga try me you a big prob you runnin' into
I smoke a lot need blunt or 2
At a time whole pounds I be runnin' through
Yeah, I got a dime b-tch coming through
'Cause I pimp like I'm supoosed to
Wonder how I get it like this, I could show you
But it's all leather in the whip when I roll through
This year I'm a get sh-t cleared
Take a look at this kid

Can't say I'm not the freshest n-gga that you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin' less in my jeans
That's probably why yo b-tch keep ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind (I grind)
No sleep (sleep)
I'm good in the hood everybody know me (know me)
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stuntin' like a young n-gga supposed to