[Intro :Neako]
It’s definitely ghost mode
Ess Ess
Young Jab, yeah

[Chorus: Neako]
Rollin’ wit’ my g's, (Oh) steady gettin’ paper
But this weed is all we need (Oh)
If you down to roll then let me know (know, know, know, know, know, know)
Yeah, we sippin’ slow (slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow)
Um and I got stacks all on in my jeans (Oh)
Money's not the issue, but it's somethin’ that we need (Oh)
If you feel like me then let me know (know, know, know, know, know, know)
Yeah, we sippin’ slow (slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow)
And um

[Verse 1: Neako]
Level up, it’s Young Skeeter though
How I pick a flow on a killer track and then kill a track
You won't believe it though
How I was livin’ wasn't reasonable
The money I saw wasn't feasible
So I did what we agreed to do
We meanin’ us, us mean the crew
Crew meanin’ cult, that’s how I do
Fuck these n***a’s, yeah I’m done bein’ cool
Can't expect y'all to love a n***a like me
Feel the pressure in the things I do
I think like them but it's only times 3
Giovanci's on, with this raunchy broad
You n***a’s can't come to the blocks we on
Purchase cribs, custom cars
This thing of ours they not involved
LVL, that's my set
YSL, that's my set, Zebra Gang, that's my set
Say it loud, wit’ ya chest
Little do they know I'm the fuckin’ best
Couple levels, then I'm at they necks
I’d done seen it all in this life of mine
I put it all on the dotted line
And we on, we good
My mama outta the hood
Think quick, don’t slip, these n***a’s would if they could
My level's up and I'm ready
LVL to the death
When them flows run, they run heavy
What do you expect?
I’m

[Chorus: Neako]
Rollin’ wit’ my g's, (Oh) steady gettin’ paper
But this weed is all we need (Oh)
If you down to roll then let me know (know, know, know, know, know, know)
Yeah, we sippin’ slow (slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow)
Um and I got stacks all on in my jeans (Oh)
Money's not the issue, but it's somethin’ that we need (Oh)
If you feel like me then let me know (know, know, know, know, know, know)
Yeah, we sippin’ slow (slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow)

[Verse 2: Young Jab]
Boy it's writtens on my wrist, the sports car on my neck bruh
Careful when you talk ‘bout me, I might be your connect bruh
I hop on the curb, stumblin’ outta car
Like I'm a rockstar
Flippin’ the bird, don't know if you heard
But we are not y'all
Sippin’ slow but it ain't lean
[?] in my canteen
LV to hold my jeans, I'm Whitney like Bobby
She hold bank, hold my weed
All green Cherokee
Shoppin’ trips, hotel suites
Fitted cap with the big beak
Finna get that Range Rove’
My game done changed hoes
Make them front page hoes, and then watch y'all chase those
Blowin’ money fast, ain't no issues how we livin’
Blowin’ pounds of [?] and super slow is how we sippin’
Getting money from these shows, and that money come and go
To my family, to my bros, you still hatin’?
I don't know why
But it's cool, cause I peeped it
YSL on my T-shirt
LVLYSL, to the death of me
It’s no secret

[Chorus: Neako]
Rollin’ wit’ my g's, (Oh) steady gettin’ paper
But this weed is all we need (Oh)
If you down to roll then let me know (know, know, know, know, know, know)
Yeah, we sippin’ slow (slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow)
Um and I got stacks all on in my jeans (Oh)
Money's not the issue, but it's somethin’ that we need (Oh)
If you feel like me then let me know (know, know, know, know, know, know)
Yeah, we sippin’ slow (slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow)

[Verse 3: Neako]
I put in work for this fancy shit
Late nights I was right there, just waitin’ on some antsy shit
My own mama couldn't tell me shit
My own father couldn't sell me tips
All I knew, I would soon be rich
Suited up and I'm rollin’ baby
Broke as fuck and it drove me crazy
Gone in the wind that night
Alone, not a friend in sight
Doing what I felt was right
Controllin’ my life
Cause I was born poor when it comes to bread
But filthy rich, cause in my head
Was million dollar ideas n***a
I built them over these years n***a
Now I'm high, on the way to the bank
Takin’ a while cause I'm sippin’ that drink
The money right there and it goin’ nowhere
It ain't got no legs, fuck you think?
And I won't stop till I get that big old Brinks truck
My bitch bad as fuck, wearin’ minks, yup
Love how I switch up the flow like that
Love how I move up through the beat like that
Fall of track then come right back
No way you matchin’ my frequency
Made men, they eat with me
Model bitches they creep with me
I’m

[Outro: Neako]
Rollin’ wit’ my g's, (Oh) steady gettin’ paper
But this weed is all we need (Oh)
If you down to roll then let me know (know, know, know, know, know, know)
Yeah, we sippin’ slow (slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow)
Um and I got stacks all on in my jeans (Oh)
Money's not the issue, but it's somethin’ that we need (Oh)
If you feel like me then let me know (know, know, know, know, know, know)
Yeah, we sippin’ slow (slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow)