| Do I look like I want some damn flowers? |
| Conductor! |
| Flygod |
| Ayo, the proudest with the piranha bites |
| You know the price poltergeist |
| Fold the TEC up nice, fiends here |
| I’mma work out of sight, lose all nights |
| Since |
| said, «You'll be home soon!» |
| over rights, been swag ever since the devil ceased the blood of Christ |
| (Skrrrrrr) |
| He was just tryna feed his family and got life (Ah) |
| Mr. Almighty, can’t nobody can fuck with me, I’m nice (Can't nobody fuck!) |
| Shoot your block up (Brr) and take your private flight, rocking nice (Grr, |
| brrrrr, doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) |
| The hundred round drum should suffice (Grrrrrrr) |
| My Cartier has got wood and ice (Wood and ice, ah) |
| Yo, red leather gloves with the salt and pepper mink draggin' |
| Sold dope for 15 years, in the week, practice (Ah) |
| Imagine me listening to a nigga in cheap fabric (That's y’all |
| Your arms too short, while you reach stop, I reach past it |
| I’m mad sick (Ah), 80k for the watch that been plastic |
| Tote pouch, doing numbers, fantastic (Skrrrrrr) |
| Speaking in the |
| (Skrrrrr) |
| The |
| you want boy, I almost crashed it, imagine (Ah) |
| In short, low, I wake up to a bad bitch (Ah) |
| Just done four months straight, that’s an |
| (That's an |
| Ayo, shoot one, they put 20, it’s stains (It's stains) |
| Phantom hogging both lanes, it’s a shame (Skrrrr) |
| Rolls |
| looking all plain, gave my shooter a brick |
| Told him bring me back 30, he sniffed the whole thing (Sniffed the whole thing) |
| How the turkey can’t go, cherry red dracos (Ah) |
| Had to stuff the work down 'cause he ain’t grab the drain, though |
| Ten bricks, take a step, chess, he looking |
| I’m insane though, shootouts all day, though (Brr-brr-brrrrr) |
| In the same boat, brains float if you giving out halos |
| Bench press wearing the same clothes (Ah), look how his vein shows |
| We copy and paste those |
| You sniff dope and coke with the same nose (Sniff) |
| Ayo, your favorite rapper trash (Ah) |
| Red eye on the Hellcat, doing the dash (Skrrrr) |
| Put money on your head, I ain’t even hit the dash |
| (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!) |
| If I can’t have it, you going tonight, Hall N' Nash (Boom-boom-boom-boom!) |
| Heard your man ratting, nigga, how he get it past (How he get it past) |
| Heard you ain’t put no work in, how you get a rat (How you get a rat) |
| Shade off the runway, you ain’t even got to tack (Ah) |
| Purple with the scorpions hanging off my ass |
| One blast had him sweating bad in his glass (Ah) |
| Shoot this shit up with no mask, we rockin' |
| (Brrrrrr, ah) |
| Laughin' like, yeah I did it, you felt the wrath (Ah) |
| Plus your work ain’t come back, you looking sad (Ooh) |
| Yo, shoot one, nigga, a twenty, it’s the same |
| (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!) |
| Phantom hogging both lanes, what a shame (Skrrr, what a shame) |
| Rolls |
| looking all plain, gave my shooter a brick |
| Told him bring me back 30, he sniffed the whole thing (Sniffed the whole thing) |