Goin Far Part Two (feat. Young Jr)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah I was talkin' to my cousin, he said don't crash cause you goin' far

Heady call me up, he 40 out, he got me goin far

Cuz came down with a ying and some lean he finna pour a four

Brody droppin' fives in his Sprite he just keep on pourin'

I'm tired of these city ass bitches point me to a foreign

You know I'm gon' keep ballin' with my brothers better check the score

Cartiers on my face, I'm blind to the broke shit

I'm tired of **** dissin' on gang, and they aint really on shit

You better close that front door, you know that back open

**** think they know it all, but they don't really know shit

I just left, lees on Rudisill, and I made a chicken

Yeah, two wrongs don't make it right, but they ain't make a difference

**** used to be my fans, now they out to get me

I'm outta town, like every week, I'm never in my city

No matter where I'm at, around the world, I'm still gettin' digits

M.O.B., we the mob, I'm a man of business

So therefore, I can't love you, it's money over bitches

It hurt when you came up with a ****, and he burnt his bridges

Palm Angels off the Dior, they askin' my religion

A lot of **** broke as hell, I think they need a fixing

Blues in my pocket, you would think I was rollin' sixty's

Switchy put a **** six feet, I call that social distance

Every time I'm out here dumpin G's , my head say I'm crispy

She on my dick, she see I'm up, but she don't really miss me

All that, going through my phone, is you crazy? You is not my bitch

I ain't gon' say I was born broke, but I'm gon' die rich

**** fake as hell in real life, like they counterfeit

You Worried bout a kit, meanwhile, I'm tryna flip a crib

I'm probably not the best, but little baby, you know im the shit

I got a head in Elkhart, he payin' 250 for the zips

I tried to show him how to get the bag in he couldn't comprehend

Bitch, I really live this life that I fuckin' spit

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Off the lean talkin' to my cup, high asl tripping

Off the lean talkin' to my cup, high asl tripping

You can't catch me off my 10s, cause I'm never slipping

Lil' bro, really dogged the scat,he pulled up tripping

Them **** shouldn't play with us, no, we can't stop spinnin

Looking at you sideways, cause you fake, really thought you was different

This shit ain't cheap, you want some P's, gotta pay to get it

Brody said he seen a opp, he tryna take a **** down

I only trust the guys, you ain't gang, you can't come around

I was falling off for a minute, but I found my sound

Not one of them, I'm fresh as fuck, so she like my style

Brody spinnin' with that Drac, he done gone wild

I roll face with this Glock, then I air the crowd

We in the trap, bitch, up the top, you hear the wrong sound

I'm with Jlo, he crack 50, he got fire headys comin' down