(North Pole)

Nine eight I heard you told on that skit y'all allow that Me and bro ona Road blowing' loud pack Free raym, I guarantee we finna bounce back Three to the five, I guarantee I'm throwin' down that O-T-Y, nine eight, we the winning team If a nigga got a problem, tell him get with Me Glock 23 comin' off, hip out the skinny jeans Lul doodie steppin' on shit, that's my mini-me Bihh think I'm rich, I guarantee that we finna be Chasing chicken, told bro we ain't got time to beef P-Way do the dash on the freeway, they a slide for me If you my brother, keep it real, why would you lie to me If you my brother, keep it solid, we gon' make it out Through the trenches, I'm just happy that we made it out Keep my blick, and I always take the safest route I'm gone, out with a bang if they take me out Couple niggas switched up, but I kept it P Ten bands all in cash, that's some little cheese Spinnin' through the noodle, spank any opp that I fuckin' see Hand it over, I'm Baby Ree, bih, I'ma fuckin' P Hand it over, I need a bag, you know what I'm on Give me ten bands, get out my face, then bihh, I'm gone Bihh, we slidin' through the noodle, tryna pop somethin Niggas sayin' that they slidin', they is not comin