Rooftop

Damn, Donny made this Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah Used to be so fucking low, yeah Used to be so fucking low, now we on the rooftop People talking, say they finna pull up but they do not If I get lit, I'ma make my whole crew hot Kicking back at a fucking mansion, yeah, my new spot Try to run up on us we knock half off like a coupon Try to run up we gon' make him fold, ain't no fouton Scoring but still diming my brothers, feel like a new 'Bron You a bitch, honestly don't know what you on It cost yo fucking rent just to put these Yeezy boots on Cash it be fucking stuck to me, it's like it's glued on Couple people stabbed my back, that's okay, I just move on Most these bitches nasty as hell just like a crouton I just kill every fucking beat, I can't do wrong Love it when my gang get turnt, yeah, to my new song It cost me two bands just to throw these fucking shoes on Feel like Lil Uzi, man my money it got too long Lil' S0K0, yeah, he finna blow up, yeah, he the new bomb I'm the goat, I could never die, I'm the true Ban If I got some sauce got to put the whole crew on Play you get cut, then it's over, just like you Song Yeah, yeah, call me Cory Sandhagen Really you just dick sucking, really I'm just bag chasing Told lil' bro if you want to make it got to have patience We always be in first place, you be last placing Did the dash, I done ran it up now they got mad faces Pushing SRT's it sound like we drag racing Tried to run up after five minutes they white flag waving Tried to talk yo shit but then regret it, now you back tracing Run my bag up then after that I'm stat chasing Really I'll shit on anybody, fuck the matchmaking I can't go slow, fast whip so we fast pacing Bitch I need a Trackhawk, I think the Scat basic SRT, we riding 'round on some stupid shit If you think this shit easy then lil' bro you do it The fast life ain't that crazy when you used to it But I'm a trendsetter you be on some usual shit Yeah, they cannot beat me, ain't giving out no freebies A couple years from now you gon' see me on that TV Whip push to start, I think you be where them keys be Talking shit now, used to be a fan, I got receipts Dripped in Prada and CC, that new Chanel If you a lame don't give no fucks, bitch, I'm rude as hell Walk in, bitch I'm racked up, I know you can tell Bitch all we do is win and you a L Yeah, so don't try to come around Running up my bag, I get to it, I don't fuck around Chain on my neck full of diamonds, I don't tuck it now I don't fuck with a plane jane, watch I bust it down Talking 'bout racks, you don't get 'em, shut yo fucking mouth You a lame, I can't give sauce, we ain't discussing how You hit the stu to make some trash I'm at the fucking house Making hits everyday and running up some dumb amounts Running up the bag, too solid, I said fuck the clout If it ain't about some money then what's the fuss about I'ma hit the mall first thing when I'm touching down Yeah you used to be lit but honestly you nothing now