Ciao

[Part 1]

[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Let's go)
Yeah (Woo)
Yeah (Okay, bitch)

[Verse]
Who’s the nigga that told to the feds?
Who’s the nigga that shitted his pants?
Who’s the nigga caught lackin’ again?
How the fuck do I deal with these niggas? They piss me the fuck off, they hurtin’ my head
If I had a wish, I wish to free all of the niggas that’s locked in the mother fucking pen
Designer jeans, spend a band, load the guitar, but ain’t inna band
All my bitches exotic, a 10, she wanna fuck but I stick with my friends
Hop out the Benz, spin a nigga shutdown
If they wanna go, I send ‘em a hunnid rounds
These niggas is mad, cuz I just made it out
We sending out shots, call it a touchdown
Yes, I just reused these words
Ain’t no Soulja Boy, but the fans finna love me no matter on what they heard
Finna spend me a bag on the whip, ‘cause a nigga need more, guess I’m finna go swerve
If I spot a pussy nigga down, we gon’ send ‘em shots, cuz he never learned
Niggas know I killed the beat, ayy, ayy
And she wanna suck on the meat, ayy, ayy
I ain’t never do features for free, ayy, ayy
If you wanna bar, cost a fee, ayy, ayy
I’m finna switch my flow, yeah, I’m finna switch this track as a whole
Niggas said I’d never make it, but already told them
Nobody do it like me in my city, these niggas, I already fold ‘em
Nobody do it like me in my city, these niggas, I already fold ‘em

[Part 2]

[Verse]
I mix the Wockhard with soda
Need me a drank, finna pour up
I rock with the gang, put my fours up
Stay on my grind, finna go up
Money keep piling, I’m finna invest
Rich nigga, it’s always me and the set
Gotta stay strapped, keep a bulletproof vest
I’m on the block, I carry a TEC
Copped me some diamonds hanging on my neck
Dover Street Market, copped me some drip that I’m rocking
CDG jacket, niggas see me when I’m walking
Bark and no bite, all these niggas do the talking
Killing these beats, man, I’m on my dumb shit
Got heat in the vault, nigga, I’m never dropping

[Refrain]
I do this solo and these niggas been knew that
Don’t need no check from Distro, been had all these racks
I do this solo and these niggas been knew that
Don’t need no check from Distro, been had all these racks

[Part 3]

[Verse]
Yeah, my nigga, we switching up the location
Send me the addy, I’m at the location
These niggas lame, ‘cause they all on that fake shit
This the last drop on the list, I been made this
Niggas be snitching to the feds, I hate it
I ball on these nigga, LeBron, on that gang shit
Alley-oop, this the shit I done made this
Hop in the whip and I skrrt off the rafe
I treat all my girls like I'm Andrew Tate
Shawty be coming for my fame
I don't fuck around, I don't fuck around with the lames
Hop in the whip and I skrrt off the rafe
I treat all my girls like I'm Andrew Tate
Shawty be coming for my fame
I don't fuck around, I don't fuck around with the lames
Yeah, my nigga, we switching up the location
Send me the addy, I’m at the location
These niggas lame, ‘cause they all on that fake shit
This the last drop on the list, I been made this
Niggas be snitching to the feds, I hate it
I ball on these nigga, LeBron, on that gang shit
Alley-oop, this the shit I done made this
Hop in the whip and I skrrt off the rafe
I treat all my girls like I'm Andrew Tate
Shawty be coming for my fame
I don't fuck around, I don't fuck around with the lames
Hop in the whip and I skrrt off the rafe
I treat all my girls like I'm Andrew Tate
Shawty be coming for my fame
I don't fuck around, I don't fuck around with the lames (Ciao)