Lords of the Land

[Intro]
(Runway)
(One day)
I want to, I want
Look

[Verse 1]
I-35 with it top down
Quick to tell a hater that you'll get like me
Seem like everybody wanna be the boss, but it comes to these lames, ain't shit like me
Drop a couple bands on the crypto fans
Know my shit go, I ain't gotta tell 'em what it is
Tell 'em I'm a grown ass man, so youl'l never fool me with the cap you be sellin' to the kids
Shawty, we the lords of the land, we wavy
Bad lil' mama tryna have a nigga baby
In the coupe, seat cover like gravy
Children of the sun, why these niggas so shady?
Boss talk with the wolf pack, I ain't ever look back
Got a couple bands and I flip that
I be chillin' with my shawty, got the crib on karate
Keep up, lil' baby, that’s a kick back
Can't flex on a nigga, livin' hate free
Buddy he say he real, but I know that nigga can't be
Pay a nigga up for the late fee
Hit her from the side, tell her, “Get home safely”
Got three chains, neck strong than a bitch
Checks long than a bitch, I'm up now
And I make lil' baby feel good in the hood
'Round juice, shawty can't put her cup down

[Chorus]
Glide through your hood like soap on a runway
No sleep, check a bag on a Sunday
Get it in the moment, I don't gotta save one day
Beef cool, he don't really want gunplay
Slide through your side like a spoon on ice cream
Say I'm fallin' off, baby, that’s a pipe dream
Everybody win when they ball for the right dream (Ayy, ayy)
Gotta shine like a star (Look), I'm a light beam

[Verse 2]
Gettin' to the cash, stop playin' with me (Stop)
You be in her DM but she layin' with me (Ha)
Ain't really much you could say to a G
I'm on the road, I be everywhere they pay me to be
These niggas ballin' on the internet, stop it (Don't do that)
I take some words and I turned 'em into profit (I'm with that)
Retro 3 jersey, I’m the answer
Please stop hatin' on the King, that's cancer
'Bout to slang a iPhone for the quick flip
Makin’ magic in the mix like Bisquick
Turn her to a slip-n'-slide on the slick shit
Showin' love to the fans, get a quick flic
And my Granny picked cotton, I’ma pick her a mansion (Yep)
Scalin’ up the company, we thinkin’ expansion (Yep)
Everything homegrown, cool on the chemicals
Small town fly, got her neck full of mineral

[Chorus]
Glide through your hood like soap on a runway
No sleep, check a bag on a Sunday
Get it in the moment, I don't gotta save one day
Beef cool, he don't really want gunplay
Slide through your side like a spoon on ice cream
Say I’m fallin' off, baby, that's a pipe dream
Everybody win when they ball for the right dream
Gotta shine like a star, I'm a light beam