16 (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Ooh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, OG Parker

When I was 16, hit a lick, I had no options

Now I got options, bitch I'm poppin', chunky pockets

Doin' big things, y'all can't copy, y'all can't stop me

Too many straps, too many rockets, ya'll can't pop me

No, I don't ask for approval, if I want that shit, I get that shit

No, that ain't your wifey I just hit that bitch, I hit that lick

Slip threw me the keys, and I just hit 140 in that bitch

I know I'ma get it back so I all I do is spend that shit

Ooh, in the Liberty I'm up in the lobby, ooh

Lit fiesta like R Kelly, Boo, and Gotti, ooh

Bad lil bitch, I swear she got a fuckin' body, ooh

You chick starin' hard I swear she a thotty, ooh

Y'all can't catch up

Bitch I'm next up

Roll that pressure

On my dresser

Y'all just cheesy, I got more cheese than Chester

Y'all fake as hell, y'all green, I got more green than Lester, ooh

Two chains on me lookin' like a walkin' check

Try to hit a lick and we gon' off the TEC

Play 'round with the set and we gon' off the TEC

You gon' walk the plank, you gon' off the deck

Shout out to my home team, Winter Haven, bitch

Moved out to the A so we can make it, bitch

Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, all they do is hatin', bitch

Yeah I get paid in full, like Money Makin Mitch, ooh

I'm a dog but I ain't on that juice and gin

Anything I did I'd probably do again

Free my brother Krazy G, locked in the pen

2019, we gon' blow it in the wind

When I was 16, hit a lick, I had no options

Now I got options, bitch I'm poppin', chunky pockets

Doin' big things, y'all can't copy, y'all can't stop me

Too many straps, too many rockets, ya'll can't pop me

No, I don't ask for approval, if I want that shit, I get that shit

No, that ain't your wifey I just hit that bitch, I hit that lick

Slip threw me the keys, and I just hit 140 in that bitch

I know I'ma get it back so I all I do is spend that shit

Makin' plays on my iPhone

Chanel bitches, way from over coast

How I came up, they'll never know

I was broke, now I got plenty dough

When it comes to that check, I be fiendin'

In the Corvette when I leave I be speedin'

Open the Hi-Tech and pour in the liter

My diamonds they wet, water, Aquafina

I got on all red like a demon

Gon' on the road, I be chasin' that money

Shinin' every time you see me

I keep a gun, no you ain't takin' nothing

Handle money like a bank teller

I like to rock Nike, then Margiela

I'm on the road with some cold steppers

I go to war with any ****

Stackin' money in my sack, baby

Lotta racks in my Gucci denim

I rolled and gave a check to my ****, NBA AI

When I was 16, hit a lick, I had no options

Now I got options, bitch I'm poppin', chunky pockets

Doin' big things, y'all can't copy, y'all can't stop me

Too many straps, too many rockets, ya'll can't pop me

No, I don't ask for approval, if I want that shit, I get that shit

No, that ain't your wifey I just hit that bitch, I hit that lick

Slip threw me the keys, and I just hit 140 in that bitch

I know I'ma get it back so I all I do is spend that shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, OG Parker