MP5

(álbum: Trip At Knight - 2021)

(I'm too far gone)
(Yeah)

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5
I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai
Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly
You niggas square, divide 'em by pie
Rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by
Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die
Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie
When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe

I've been number one, bitch, don't need no trophy
Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I'll be balling like Kobe
Riding down the 101 not no Zoey
I stay stacking with my twin for the win, Zach and Cody
You niggas be hating, Mr. Mosby
Stacking it up, on lowkey
Stay stacking up, racking up, triple OG
Fuck stress, stay blessed, stay away from the phonies

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5
I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai
Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly
You niggas square, divide 'em by pie
Rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by
Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die
Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie
When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe

Light that shit up
Walk in the spot, I'ma pipe shit up
Them niggas hating my swag, them niggas so bitter
I thought I told them little niggas I'm hard hitta (Taking that shit to the heart)
I thought I told you little niggas I'm gon' get up (Tell them little niggas I'm God)
Press Shit, don't matter like how could you fold nigga? (How could you bitch? Oh my God)
How could you let that hate sit in your soul, nigga? (How could it sit in your soul?)
Shawty a demon, a real soul switcher (I'm like, how did you know?)
Y'all niggas stepping on toes
Handle that shit like you grown
Doing this shit on my 'lone
I got that bag on my own
Fuck it, I'm in the zone
Gon' say nigga I'm God
Hop in that ghost, I'm ghost, I'm gone

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5
I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai
Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly
You niggas square, divide 'em by pie
Rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by
Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die
Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie
When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe