text: Astro, yeah
  Sun is down, freezin cold
  Thats how we already know, winters here
  My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
  Thats just all he know, he dont know nothin else
  I tried to show em, yeah
  I tried to show em, yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Goin on you with the pick and roll
  Young La Flame, he in sicko mode
   Made this here with all the ice on in the booth
  At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
  Yeah, Jump Out boys, thats Nike boys, hoppin out coupes
  This shit way too big, when we pull up, give me the loot 
  Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
  Had to hit my old town to duck the news
  Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
  Now its 4 AM and Im back up poppin with the crew
  I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
  Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin fruits
  And they chokin, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
  Some-Some-Some-Someone said
  To win the retreat, we all in too deep
  Play-Play-Playin for keeps, dont play us for weak 
  To win the retreat, we all in too deep
  Play-Play-Playin for keeps, dont play us for weak
  Yeah, this shit way too formal, yall know I dont follow suit
  Stacey Dash, most of these girls aint got a clue
  All of these hoes I made off records I produced
  I might take all my exes and put em all in a group
  Hit my eses, I need the bootch
  Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
  Told her, Hop in, you comin too
  In the 305, bitches treat me like Im Uncle Luke
  Had to slop the top off, its just a roof, uh
  She said, Where we goin? I said, The moon
  We aint even make it to the room
  She thought it was the ocean, its just the pool
  Now I got her open, its just the Goose
  Who put this shit together? Im the glue
  Someone said
  Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
  Someone said
  Play-Playin for keeps
  Someone said, mother, someone said
  Dont play us for weak
  Yeah!
  Astro, yeah, yeah
  Ayy, ayy
  Shes in love with who I am
  Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance 
  Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
  I did half a Xan, thirteen hours til I land
  Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
  Like a light, ayy, yeah
  Like a light, ayy, slept through the flight, ayy
  Knocked for the night, ayy
  767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man
  I still got scores to settle, man
  I crept down the block 
  Made a right 
  Cut the lights , paid the price 
  Niggas think its sweet , its on sight 
  Nothin nice , baguettes in my ice 
  Jesus Christ , checks over stripes 
  Thats what I like , thats what we like 
  Lost my respect, you not a threat
  When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like Im Sheck 
  See the shots that I took , wet like Im Book 
  Wet like Im Lizzie
  I be spinnin Valley, circle blocks til Im dizzy 
  Like where is he? 
  No one seen him 
  Im tryna clean em 
  Shes in love with who I am
  Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
  Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands 
  I did half a Xan, thirteen hours til I land
  Had me out like a light 
  Like a light 
  Like a light 
  Like a light
  Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
  Sendin texts, aint sendin kites, yeah
  He said, Keep that on lock
  I say, You know this shit, its stife, yeah
  Its absolute, yeah , Im back, reboot 
  LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah 
  We back on the road, they jumpin off, no parachute, yeah
  Shorty in the back
  She said she workin on her glutes, yeah 
  Aint by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah
  Bout a check, yeah , just check the foots, yeah
  Pass this to my daughter, Ima show her what it took 
  Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook
  Yeah