It's a Friday, I'm about to go off Got my chains on, and I'm about to show off DJ Snake got my head, about to go off Now go off, now go off, you're done! Smoke stress to the riddle of stress On the grind, niggas gunnin' for the chase These niggas don't know the hit These niggas don't know the hit See the O's, see the closed, see the tight Get high for the low, shit was bad These niggas don't know the hit These niggas don't know the hit These niggas don't know the hit Rewind now! Yeah! Is most of us to the pure illustration Yeah! Hoo-ooo-oooooooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oo-ooo Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Is most of us to the pure illustration Kill them off like I got a mask on Mask on You're Latina, bitch You don't know the half of it Whole squad winning, you got small money Don't need too many hands, I need all of it You ain't never been around, call me Tupac Pull up in my old hood in a new drop On that cushion, on that cushion, blow a cloud of it I'm the man, I'm the man, getting proud of it Blowing bands, got them jumping out the window Shout out, shout out, post some more and call it reload Know I pull up, pull up on them like a free throw Over, straight up, up the middle like I'm D-Rose T-shirt changes like a whip and get another one Want it, grab it, push it, smash it, get another one See my dolls on top, that's a mad fuck Bout to fly the money up, know that's a sad fuck Tune Rewind now Well, take a break Ooh, ooh, ooh Hey, whoo Small stretch to get on the stretch Yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh Small stretch to get on the stretch See the hoes, see the clothes, see the cash Get it high before the low, this shit was bad These niggas don't know the half These niggas don't know the half Goddamn