Ridin, smokin preme. Ridin, smokin preme. Ridin, smokin preme. We're legends in the making. Ridin, smokin preme. Ridin, smokin preme. Ridin, smokin preme.
Yuh, jets nigga now where haven't we been yet?. Bitches, I taylor gang that. How fly. The backseat is for newborns. Homie, I'm grown. I'll hop in front.