Coordination

Feds got us on they billboards (got us on they billboards) But you know that I ain't goin' for It (you know that I ain't goin' for it) I stay hidden from the radar (hidden from the radar) Under tint in them foreign cars (ayy) Muhamed Ali, bitch come test me (come test me) And watch out 'cause shit gon' get hectic (get hectic) Me and my young niggas we reckless (dumber) Bitch we know who really steppin' (baow) I don't get no sleep, bitch I'm restless (I'm restless) Five in the morning, I'm up Droppin' the pints and you know that I'm at it (at it) I'ma tell you when to come My girl left early in the morning Talkin' 'bout she goin' to get her hair done, bitch I ain't dumb I can play the same game, Call a bitch over to the hotel room and I'm bustin' her up Nigga on my dick inside the club Sayin' he got bricks, I'ma get him drunk Money on deck, meet me by the truck I don't give a fuck, Ben stick 'em up On the phone, bitch I'm runnin' it with dump Nigga pull up, man I'm finna come Me and Jordan Dixon riding through that North Down 38th, strapped with a pump Birdman got that dogfood up in valley park, posted up goin' dumb Kevin Gates, I remember we was young Strapped up bitch, forty with a drum Yeah, bitch I'm gettin' it Straight out the North, bitch I come straight out them trenches No handouts, yeah you know I had to get it Know how I'm living, AI YoungBoy I'm the sickest Feds got us on they billboards (got us on they billboards) But you know that I ain't goin' for It (you know that I ain't goin' for it) I stay hidden from the radar (hidden from the radar) Under tint in them foreign cars (ayy) They ain't believe that I did it Was runnin' and jumpin' them fences Forty Glock in my britches Tell that nigga he can get it They ain't believe that I did it Was runnin' and jumpin' them fences Forty Glock in my britches Tell that nigga he can get it Tall gall, stand tall, had to turn my phone off Pray to living God that I never ever fall off Really going in, I'm headed for the powerball Missed call, call log, had to turn my phone off Diamonds in my teeth and you knowin' that I'll eat you out Fuck you real good, yeah you knowin' what I'm really 'bout Scuffed real good, yeah you know we could fight it outs Strapped up good, what you mean, we could shoot it out Dumb, ayy, hold up Dumb, ayy, hold up Dumb, ayy, hold up Dumb, ayy, hold up Feds got us on they billboards (got us on they billboards) But you know that I ain't goin' for It (you know that I ain't goin' for it) I stay hidden from the radar (hidden from the radar) Under tint in them foreign cars (ayy) Yeah, bitch I'm gettin' it Straight out the North, bitch I come straight out them trenches No handouts, yeah you know I had to get it Know how I'm living, AI YoungBoy I'm the sickest