MP5 (ft SoFaygo)

I’m too far gone (Ah), yeah

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (Bah), yeah
I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (Okay, yeah)
Had to spread my wings and teach ‘em all how to fly, yeah (Yeah)
You niggas square divided by pi

Yeah, rollin’ ‘round, three GMC’s, ‘bout to be a drive-by (Brrah)
And your homie know what’s up with me, talk down, you gon’ die (You gon’ die)
Got that. 40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my wrist
See me out in L. A., just know I’m ballin’ like Kobe (Woo)

I been number one, bitch, don’t need no trophy
Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I’ll be ballin’ like Kobe
Rolling down the 101, not no Zoey
I stay stacking with my twin for the wins, Zack & Cody
You niggas be hatin’, Mr. Moseby (Mr. Moseby ass nigga)

Stackin’ it up on lowkеy (Stack, stack, stack)
Stackin’ up, rackin’ up, triple OG (Woo)
Stay stressed, stay blеssed (Yeah)
Get away from the phony (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (Bah), yeah
I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (Okay, yeah)
Had to spread my wings and teach ‘em all how to fly, yeah (Yeah)
You niggas square divided by pi

Yeah, rollin’ ‘round, three GMC’s, ‘bout to be a drive-by (Brrah)
And your homie know what’s up with me, talk down, you gon’ die (You gon’ die)
Got that. 40 on my lap, I spent like 24 on my wrist
See me out in L. A., just know I’m ballin’ like Kobe (Woo)

Go (Yeah), light that shit up (Go)
Walk in the spot, I’ma pipe that shit up (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, them niggas hatin’ my swag, them niggas so bitter (Yeah)
I thought I told them lil’ niggas I’m hard hitter
(Taking that shit to the heart)
Yeah, I thought I told you lil’ niggas I’m go getter
(Tell them lil’ niggas I’m go)

Pressure don’t matter, like how could you fold, nigga?
(How could you, bitch? Oh my God)
Yeah, how could you let the hate sit on your soul, nigga?
(Let the hate sit on your soul)
Yeah, shawty a demon, a real soul switcher
(Oh my God, how did you know?)

Young nigga steppin’ on toes (Go)
Handle that shit like you grown (Go)
Doin’ this shit on my lone, ayy
I got that bag by my own, ayy
Fuck it, I’m in the zone
Ghost, like nigga, I’m gone
Hop in that Ghost, I’m ghost, on God

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (Bah), yeah
I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (Okay, yeah)
Had to spread my wings and teach ‘em all how to fly, yeah (Yeah)
You niggas square divided by pi

Yeah, rollin’ ‘round, three GMC’s, ‘bout to be a drive-by (Brrah)
And your homie know what’s up with me, talk down, you gon’ die (You gon’ die)
Got that. 40 on my lap, I spent like 24 on my wrist
See me out in L. A., just know I’m ballin’ like Kobe (Woo)