Ten gold chains, wood grain propane/ Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang/ I'm the dope mane bitches sniffin' cocaine/ All my young niggas know that they could all weigh, all weigh/ (Call me, call me, call me) All weigh, all weigh/ (Call me, call me, call me) All weigh, all weigh/ (Call me, call me, call me) All weigh, all weigh/ (Call me, call me, call me) All weigh, all weigh/ If, if, if you see me trucking bitch/ They call me young drug dealer/ They call me young thug nigga/ 24 karats my slugs glitter/ 24 years old worth a couple million/ Shouts out to my cuz' niggas/ Finna' let it fly for my blood niggas/ Middle finger up to you fuck niggas/ If you a trill nigga, then fuck wit' us/ Nigga dash like a speed of a bullet/ Wit' a pistol on him prolly' wouldn't even pull it/ Heart made of puddin' mean muggin' wit' a hoodie/ Like what's goodie/ Tryin' to be the motherfucker that you couldn't/ Knowin' you/ Down to let it fly when I shouldn't/ All my young niggas they gon' rep it to the fullest/ Tell a fuck nigga be you fuck tough be cool/ All the young niggas in crew they down to let it fly/ For a nigga like me, young nigga like me/ They let it fly/ For a nigga like me, young nigga like me/ They let it fly/ For a nigga like me, young nigga like me/ They let it fly/ For a nigga like me, jiggy young like me/ Ten gold chains, wood grain propane/ Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang/ Niggas got rips in they jeans man I started that/ Hood by air man I started that/ Niggas claim they the God of black/ Well your name is purple I'm the God of that/ Gave you my back nigga' pardon that/ Fuck that shit I brought mobbin' back/ I brought robbin' back, I brought the Garden back/ Motherfuck black land I brought Harlem back/ Rollin' in my Benzo/ Hoes on the curb a couple of friends/ Rollin down my window/ Yo whats the word, fuck it get in/ Ride round wit' these bimbos/ She give head to my kin folk/ Shout outs my connect tho'/ Keep a watch out for them Winslows/ Cause' the boys gon' creep/ D-boys gone' serve/ Hoes gone skeet and the V gone swerve/ Imma' get by while the world gon' turn/ Imma' get mine like you gon' get yours/ Niggas do the least do when the piece got nerve/ Niggas in the streets when the heat got burned/ Tell a fuck nigga be you fuck tough be cool/ All the young niggas in crew they down to let it fly/ For a nigga like me, young nigga like me/ They let it fly/ For a nigga like me, young nigga like me/ They let it fly/ For a nigga like me, young nigga like me/ They let it fly/ For a nigga like me, jiggy young like me/ Ten gold chains, wood grain propane/ Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang/ Ten gold chains, wood grain propane/ Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang/