"Intro" lyrics

"Jem made it yamsayin"

[MBNel:]
Bitch I'm optimistic
I'm knockin' doors off of niggas hinges, ridin' benzes
Niggas say they real, but niggas really bitches
Chop automatic, but we ridin' toting on these stick shifts
Nigga say shit, I ain't talking manners, smack him like a hit stick
Takin' flights, then we leave him on the runway
My niggas bust K's, niggas preachin' like a Sunday
I'm in a foreign, lil nigga, this ain't no Mustang
You niggas tuck chains, you niggas sweet just like a sundae
Aye aye, Glock by my nuts bitch it hold ten
And it blows ten, bitch this shit really folds man
Drippin' water, lil nigga
Just like some Kirkland, you niggas hurtin'
My diamonds dancin' like they jerkin'

[$tupid Young:]
P-P-Placed another order for a crate, we need them hand Glocks
We don't do the IG beef, get yo mans shot
Gettin' to the bag the only thing I know I can't stop
Glock with some bands in my pants, so I can't walk
If [?] to me that's his worst day
Make your family buy you some candles like it's your birthday
Me and Nel
H-Hottest asians, we in first place
Never fold even if you put me in a worse place
Get it poppin', what's the problem? Nigga fully rockin'
What you talkin'? Pull up on them niggas, get to sparkin'
From the bottom, I remember I ain't had no options
Now we poppin', gotta couple hitters out in Stockton