1st of Jan

(FOREVEROLLING)

Ayy, this that cocaine music

Homie, don't you come-

Nah, let's get on some gangster shit

Yeah, it's EST, the big OG, O for obituary

I made some old nigga step up and shoot, he Jason Terry

They all hype, he had ten chikes, but one of they niggas got buried

I'll get you hit on through a flip phone, I just call Lil' Scary

They know Lil' 30 shoot from anywhere, he Stephen Curry

I swing my chopper like Osama, but my vision blurry

So don't stand nowhere near me

Or fuck around catch a stray

Locals want me catch a case, but I'ma catch a play

Bust it down, make sure my niggas straight

Bitches chase, fuck 'em, I escape

Hit the lights and tap the brakes

I go right, heard they on the left, I disco on the jakes

Pull over and switch the plates

Poppin' since my demo tape

Quarter jewelry, quarter million whips and that's why niggas hate

Quarter brick, whole one if it's fit, fix it, get it straight

Two, three zips, yoly behind tint, get your nigga scraped

Shit intense, pop up like a zit, dots all on his face

I get that call that this nigga gone, I'm happier than Christmas day

Yeah, this shit legendary

Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?

All my niggas day ones, first of January

I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary (yeah, yeah)

I'm the type of nigga build a house with two, three kitchens in it (I am)

I decided we don't tote no Glocks with no extensions in it (I am)

Ex back on my line, I had her blocked, she like, "It's been a minute"

Niggas tellin' me slow down for what? Nigga, fuck your opinion (fuck 'em)

I just blew a fifty in the Bal Harbor

Lil' bruh got a million, he a cold robber

I don't like no problems, let the- solve 'em (yeah, yeah)

Don't become a threat or you'll be gone tomorrow (brrt)

Man, we slide in Amiri (yeah)

Walk-in closet got a million dollar worth of jewelry (pew, pew, yeah)

Put him on his cycle, leakin' like on he his period (brrt, yeah)