(Don't take this personally but) (It sounds like Nyge) Check, yeah I ain't the same when I'm sober Probably got a chip on my shoulder Had fun with my old tings, but it's over I got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover On a tour bus with a soldier With a Trey Deuce in the holder Never had a boss or a older Put you on a shirt or a folder I ain't the same when I'm sober Probably got a chip on my shoulder Had fun with my old tings, but it's over I got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover On a tour bus with a soldier With a Trey Deuce in the holder Never had a boss or a older Put you on a shirt or a folder Cappin' with top (yeah), cappin' with jeans (uh) Chrome on my face (bling), ice on my sleeve (blaow) Countin' me out (why?), now they believe (uh) Man I'm too hot, I wanna leave (uh) I'm off Azul, turnin' me up (up) Gimme the ice, double my cup (where?) They wanna smoke (smoke) I called the gang (who?) Grabbed on the scope Tell 'em to duck (brrt) Money and bunches Cash too fit, no lunges (bling) Here's where the funds is, grands and hundreds I've been on the grind like grundgers Stepped on a pack, repeat, repeat 'Til the bottom of the stills got bunions (brr, brr) Weighin' up onions, t-house pungent Straight outta London dungeons (pee-ew) I ain't the same when I'm sober Probably got a chip on my shoulder Had fun with my old tings, but it's over I got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover On a tour bus with a soldier With a Trey Deuce in the holder Never had a boss or a older Put you on a shirt or a folder I ain't the same when I'm sober Probably got a chip on my shoulder Had fun with my old tings, but it's over I got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover (yeah, yeah) On a tour bus with a soldier With a Trey Deuce in the holder (uh) Never had a boss or a older (look) Put you on a shirt or a folder Was supposed to be in LA for a week But it turned to a few more (I'm stayin' longer) These hoes keep multiplyin' One to two and then two-two's four (addin' up) Used to wear the same kicks Now my closet like a shoe store (I can't have enough) Whatever you do, lil' nigga Just know I could do more (I already done) I pull up, call it fashion scenes Bad bitch, that's attached to me (ha) H copped the Range and he matte it green Walk in hell, we just throwin' p's (uh) Amnes loud and it's potent G Rollin' scores on my nigga D (what?) If you hate on the MTP (who?), I just SMH and then KMT I ain't the same when I'm sober Probably got a chip on my shoulder Had fun with my old tings, but it's over I got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover On a tour bus with a soldier With a Trey Deuce in the holder Never had a boss or a older Put you on a shirt or a folder I ain't the same when I'm sober Probably got a chip on my shoulder Had fun with my old tings, but it's over I got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover On a tour bus with a soldier With a Trey Deuce in the holder Never had a boss or a older Put you on a shirt or a folder I love the snow But the punch is more appealin' This is Sloany, where you at? Been in LA, here for a minute (minute) On God, f*ck an image, if I wear it then I feel it If you tryna do me dirty, then watch me get silly (silly) On God, I need like ten point five to feel freedom Send the word just like the block My passport doin' ballerina Gotta get Eastwood on the call 'cause I gotta pattern me up Back in this bitch, here with the dawgs One for my list of gallerias, on God