1forTheBooks

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Chum) yeah, yeah
Huh, yeah (Paulo) yeah (Mingo, haha)
Yeah, yeah yeah

We got us one for the books
He try to show that lil' chain, it's took
(Uh) yeah, chop off the brains of the truck
He talkin' down he tryin' his luck
(yeah, yeah)
He talkin' money, I'm signin' up (Signin' up)
Pass me the J, I'm fyeing it up
(Fyeing it up)
Countin' my bread, combinin' it up
In my life, I want the finer stuff (yeah)

I really wanted designer stuff
Like I'm sippin' on lean, I got me a gut
How many zips, you smokin' on what?
You smokin' on shakе, you smokin' on dust
They ridin' my wave, just like a brush
Brodiе gon' pour up a four in a Crush
Canary diamonds look just like a bus
Boy you ain't gang, I ain't showin' no trust

No, I ain't giving you trust
No, you ain't fam, you can't get a dap
You can't get a hug (No)
I never cried over spilled milk
I'm changin' the rug (yeah)
She on that white, when she need a fix
She callin' the plug (Hey)
Only exotic, I'm rollin' up nugs

How do you hate? (How do you hate?)
How do you hate when you know you a bum?
All on my phone (All on my phone)
All on my phone steady askin' for some
He don't got sense, why he actin' so dumb?
My fit on ten, your fit ain't on nan
I knew some fanboys without the Chum (Chum)
Still made a check, and oh no we not done
(Ayy)

No, we not done, no, we never last, fasho
I had to show 'em that I ain't a Average Joe
You finna miss out 'cause you average, bro
We blowin' your place up, like an action show

We got us one for the books
He try to show that lil' chain, it's took
(Uh) yeah, chop off the brains of the truck
He talkin' down he tryin' his luck
(yeah, yeah)
He talkin' money, I'm signin' up (Signin' up)
Pass me the J, I'm fyeing it up
(Fyeing it up)
Countin' my bread, combinin' it up
In my life, I want the finer stuff (yeah)
We got us one for the books
He try to show that lil' chain, it's took
(Uh) yeah, chop off the brains of the truck
He talkin' down he tryin' his luck
(yeah, yeah)
He talkin' money, I'm signin' up (Signin' up)
Pass me the J, I'm fyeing it up
(Fyeing it up)
Countin' my bread, combinin' it up
In my life, I want the finer stuff (yeah)

No, I ain't giving you trust
No, you ain't fam, you can't get a dap
You can't get a hug (No)
I never cried over spilled milk
I'm changin' the rug (yeah)
She on that white, when she need a fix
She callin' the plug (Hey)
Only exotic, I'm rollin' up nugs
(Rollin' up nugs, yeah)

Brrr on the countside
Xhulooo is bringing them into
The green and white checkered flag
And wins Stage 2