[Chorus]

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)

[Verse 1]

Muhamed Ali, bitch come test me (come test me)

And watch how quick 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

[Chorus]

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)

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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