Lyrics:

Astro, yeah**lf****lf**Sun is down, freezin&ampapos; cold**lf**That&ampapos;s how we already know winter&ampapos;s here**lf**My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt**lf**That&ampapos;s just all he know, he don&ampapos;t know nothin&ampapos; else**lf**I tried to show &ampapos;em, yeah**lf**I tried to show &ampapos;em, yeah, yeah**lf**Yeah, yeah, yeah**lf**Gone on you with the pick and roll**lf**Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode**lf****lf**Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth**lf**At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose**lf**Yeah, Jump Out boys, that&ampapos;s Nike boys, hoppin&ampapos; out coupes**lf**This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot (gimme the loot)**lf**Was off the Remy, had to Papoose**lf**Had to hit my old town to duck the news**lf**Two-four hour on lockdown, we make no moves**lf**Now it&ampapos;s 4 AM and I&ampapos;m back up poppin&ampapos; with the crew**lf**I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba juice**lf**Different colored chains, see my jeweler really sellin&ampapos; fruits**lf**And they chokin&ampapos;, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose**lf****lf**(Some-some-some, someone said)**lf**To win the retreat, we all in too deep**lf**Playin&ampapos; for keeps, don&ampapos;t play us for weak (Someone said)**lf**To win the retreat, we all in too deep**lf**P-p-playin&ampapos; for keeps, don&ampapos;t play us for weak**lf****lf**This shit way too formal, y&ampapos;all know I don&ampapos;t follow suit**lf**Stacy Dash, most these of girls ain&ampapos;t got a clue**lf**All of these hoes I made off records I produced**lf**I might take all my exes and put &ampapos;em all in a group**lf**Hit my eses, I need the booch**lf**&ampapos;Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo**lf**Told her &ampapos;hop in, you comin&ampapos; too&ampapos;**lf**In the 305, bitches treat me like I&ampapos;m Uncle Luke (don&ampapos;t stop, pop that pussy)**lf**Had to slop the top off, it&ampapos;s just a roof**lf**She said &ampapos;where we goin&ampapos;?&ampapos; I said &ampapos;the moon&ampapos;**lf**We ain&ampapos;t even make it to the room**lf**She thought it was the ocean, it&ampapos;s just the pool**lf**Now I got her open, it&ampapos;s just the Goose**lf**Who put this shit together? I&ampapos;m the glue**lf**(Someone said)**lf**Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue**lf****lf**(Someone said)**lf**To win the retreat, we all in too deep**lf**Playin&ampapos; for keeps, don&ampapos;t play us for weak (Someone said)**lf**To win the retreat, we all in too deep**lf**Playin&ampapos; for keeps, don&ampapos;t play us for weak**lf****lf**Yeah**lf**Astro**lf**Yeah, yeah**lf**Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up**lf****lf**She&ampapos;s in love with who I am**lf**Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance (yeah)**lf**Now I hit that epioo with duffles in my hands**lf**I did half a Xan, thirteen hours till I land**lf**Had me out like a light, ay, yeah**lf**Like a light, ay, yeah**lf**Like a light, ay**lf****lf**Slept through the flight, ay**lf**Knocked for the night, ay, 767, man**lf**This shit got double bedroom, man**lf**I still got scores to settle, man**lf**I crept down the block (down the block)**lf**Made a right (yeah, right)**lf**Cut the lights (yeah, what?)**lf**Paid the price (yeah)**lf**Niggas think it&ampapos;s sweet (nah, nah)**lf**It&ampapos;s on sight (yeah, what?)**lf**Nothin&ampapos; nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man)**lf**Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah)**lf**That&ampapos;s what I like (yeah), that&ampapos;s what we like (yeah)**lf**Lost my respect, you not a threat**lf**When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I&ampapos;m Sheck (bitch)**lf**See the shots that I took (ay), wet like I&ampapos;m booked (ay)**lf**Wet like I&ampapos;m Lindsay, I be spending Folie&ampapos;s**lf**Circle blocks till I&ampapos;m dizzy (yeah, what?)**lf**Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)**lf**No one seen him (yeah, yeah)**lf**I&ampapos;m tryna clean &ampapos;em (yeah)**lf****lf**She&ampapos;s in love with who I am**lf**Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance**lf**Now I hit the fbo with duffles in my hand (woo)**lf**I did half a Xan, thirteen hours till I land**lf**Had me out like a light (like a light)**lf**Like a light (yeah, like a light)**lf**Like a light (like a light)**lf**Like a light**lf****lf**Yeah, pass the dawgs in celly**lf**Sendin&ampapos; texts, ain&ampapos;t sendin&ampapos; kites, yeah**lf**He said &ampapos;keep that on lock&ampapos;**lf**I said &ampapos;you know this shit, it&ampapos;s life&ampapos;, yeah**lf**It&ampapos;s absolute (yeah), I&ampapos;m back rebute (it&ampapos;s lit)**lf**LaFerrari to Jamba juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)**lf**We back on the road, they jumpin&ampapos; off, no parachute, yeah**lf**Shorty in the back, she said she workin&ampapos; on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)**lf**Ain&ampapos;t by the book (yeah), this how it look (yeah)**lf**&ampapos;Bout a check (yeah), just check the foots (yeah)**lf**Passes to my daughter, I&ampapos;ma show her what it took (yeah)**lf**Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah