40 Acres & A Slab

[Verse 1: All Hail Y.T.]
Look, in the motherfuckin' house like every day
Hell nah, we outside, bro it's time to get paid
Time to hand watch the wheel, check [?] for a fade
Tryna navigate this level, I can show you the way
I got bands in my PayPal, gold in my safe now
Know I said 5 before but dawg it cost 8 now
Straighten out, Pitbull in my estate grounds
Bitches wanna take me on dates now, they say "Owwww"
A player personified in the physical
This stage in the game is critical, hella political
Career criminal crook, never tell them fools what you finna do
They got [?], they all rented you
Ain't shit to talk about, I ain't doing interviews
Your Mrs in my pool swimming in the nude
Hopped in it, I missed the screws
Coupe and the truth and I'm living proof
Generational wealth, every else is minuscule

[Chorus: All Hail Y.T. & Left Lane Didon]
Let me get back to this motherfuckin' paper
Yeah, let me get back to this motherfuckin' dough
I just sat the crib and a mule on 40 acres
And I done sat my slab on gold and chrome .4s
Let me get back to this motherfuckin' paper
Let me get back to this motherfuckin' dough
I just sat the crib and a mule on 40 acres
And I just sat my slab on gold and chrome .4s

[Verse 2: Left Lane Didon]
Peep
Swole lymph node Lane, I hit the yol' with gold braid
Hit your hoe with that Hypno, man
Control brains, it's chosen, all Lane's
Bro don't miss your ass, done gave it one more shot in the cold rain
But hoe wait, I hold weight
Baking low's got my dough straight
I crafted the passage, it wasn't no way
Cold game, stay [?] like Monster Kody threw that four-way
Been shaking the whole eight, peep
Legend when lil 'Don got Burberry on
It's scary huh? Our family actually on that action, bruh
I'm barely done, these kids got Bape's, can't even run yet
Descendants of the air, we claim the sunset
Now what's next?
[?] be fiending for that clout but i ain't dump shit
I ain't even in your league, to be a buck, sis
[?] city syndicate, we got a lust for checks
And throwing mirrors on 'vettes, so bro

[Chorus: All Hail Y.T. & Left Lane Didon]
Let me get back to this motherfuckin' paper
Yeah, let me get back to this motherfuckin' dough
I just sat the crib and a mule on forty acres
I just sat my slab on gold and chrome .4s
Now let me get back to this motherfuckin' paper
Let me get back to this motherfuckin' dough
I just sat the crib and a mule on forty acres
And I just sat my slab on gold and chrome .4s, nigga