List

[Chorus]
Give me a bankroll, making it flip
You ever cross me, boy, get put on a list
That chopper got him dancing, Michael and Chris
My auntie calling, boy, she geeking for dibs
I fuck on that bad bitch, call her Kim
Young Borleone ballin', jumpin’ out the gym
I catch me an opp, nigga, spin his bend
Them good days, nigga, they come to an end

[Verse 1]
I stayed down, young nigga had to get paid
I crawled out the mud, had to make a way
That traphouse jump, it's nights in the J
Might fly to Cali, make her smuggle the play
I came from the jungle, runnin' with some apes
The feds hit the block, bitch, I’m hopping the gate
Might send you a band, just tell me the state
Better watch your homie, boy, he can't hold his weight
Still stuck in the streets like runnin' insane
I'm servin' my auntie, I call it rich pain
Came up from that stove, whippin' on the yay
Tryna run up an M, tryna run up a bag
I like a pretty redbone, so class
He talkin' tough, he get left in the past
Your favorite rapper broke, I give him a cast
I'm running to the money, chasing the cash
Your homie faking, boy, we turn him to ash
I ride in that foreign, might digital dash
The feds get behind, then I hit the gas
I stay with my young niggas, geekin’ to crash
That nigga hatin’, oh, he poutin', he mad
I fuck on his bitch and smack on her ass
She snaked his homie just to flex for the ’Gram
My Asian plug, call him Richie Tan

[Chorus]
Give me a bankroll, making it flip
You ever cross me, boy, get put on a list
That chopper got him dancing, Michael and Chris
My auntie calling, boy, she geeking for dibs
I fuck on that bad bitch, call her Kim
Young Borleone ballin', jumpin' out the gym
I catch me an opp, nigga, spin his bend
Them good days, nigga, they come to an end

[Verse 2]
Thirties and chops, we slang
Stayed down in the trap, ran out of the way, bang
Still servin' them underhand
I done robbed my homie, nigga, off the Xans
You jump in that street, better have a plan
Your boyfriend hatin’, girl, that nigga a fan
I came with a Drac', big drum like a band
I came from servin' off the pots and pans
Can't fuck with a Xan', bitch, pass me a Perc'
That nigga fakin', now that boy on a shirt
For talkin' tough, took that boy off the Earth
I trap on that concrete, from the dirt
Finessing for the racks, that nigga is burnt
You play with my money, pull up, Big Worm
That bitch really broke, she can't get a perm
You play with Borleone, that nigga gon' learn

[Outro]
Young Borleone, nigga
I'm sliding, I'm sliding
Yeah, yeah, I'm sliding, nigga
Yeah, yeah
It's Young Borleone