| Oh, really? |
| Yeah
|
| Oh, really? |
| Yeah
|
| I’m scared to break the top (Why?)
|
| I’m scared to make a mess because I’m watched by the cops (Fuck 'em)
|
| I’m scared to count my blessings 'cause I’m being watched by my opps (Foes)
|
| But fuck it, Lethal Weapon, let it rip from out the top of the drop to his scalp
|
| Now he out like a light (Ayy)
|
| Every nigga with me slime and sheisty
|
| Stay on the PJ but I don’t sight-see (No cap)
|
| Somebody tell Oprah I want wifey (Call me)
|
| Lil-lil-lil-lil mama tryna fight me (Ayy)
|
| I got slatt engraved, it in my Nikes
|
| Oh, you caught a body? |
| Doesn’t excite me (Fool)
|
| All my niggas murderers, you tiny
|
| Runnin' from the cops in a goddamn Rolls (Ayy)
|
| I just cooked a opp on a goddamn stove (Cook him)
|
| Shot up the opp block, and I robbed all they stores (Yeah)
|
| Slime, do you got clocks? |
| Nigga, twenty times four (Let's go)
|
| Robbed him for his dank and his car and gas tank (Let's go)
|
| I’ma rob that bank, I’ma-I'ma rob that bank (Uh, rob that bank)
|
| If I hit New York, I take my shank like a Yankee (On God)
|
| They stabbed him, and he died 'cause it’s pointy, and they yank it (Woo)
|
| Runnin' from the cops in a goddamn Rolls (Ayy)
|
| I just cooked a opp on a goddamn stove (Cook him)
|
| Runnin' from the cops in a goddamn Rolls (Ayy)
|
| I just cooked a opp on a goddamn stove (Cook him)
|
| Straight up out the 6, I don’t talk, I just fire (Straight up)
|
| Book me for a show, I put a Glock on my rider (On God)
|
| Niggas clout chasing, they don’t want smoke, they wanna go viral (21)
|
| I just cooked the opp block in a deep fryer (Straight up)
|
| We don’t go back and forth, dawg, we really shootin' shit (On God)
|
| Y’all riding 'round like killers, nigga, who the fuck you hit? |
| (21)
|
| She let me nut in her jaw, I would’ve hit raw, but she ain’t had walls (21)
|
| This ain’t middle school, when you sucking on me, please include the balls (On
|
| God)
|
| 30 hanging off my TEC, ain’t no tippy-toe, nigga, we step (21)
|
| Richard Mille cost more than all that cheap ass shit sitting round your neck
|
| (Pussy)
|
| Busta, I coulda booked you for a show same price that I booked this jet (Fool)
|
| 12 'bout to run in and now they interrogate me if you got hit below the neck
|
| (Shh)
|
| Runnin' from the cops in a goddamn Rolls (Ayy)
|
| I just cooked a opp on a goddamn stove (Cook him)
|
| Shot up the opp block, and I robbed all they stores (Yeah)
|
| Slime, do you got clocks? |
| Nigga, twenty times four (Let's go)
|
| Yeah, nigga flexing money, if I want it, then I’ll take it (Okay)
|
| Heard you run no faces, you ain’t heard? |
| I shoot faces (Yeah)
|
| Fuck shit better save it, you ain’t heard? |
| We don’t play it (No cap)
|
| If a nigga have some beef with us, he met the pavement (Gang gang)
|
| This that ain’t no cap at all, I can’t hang around no fraud
|
| Niggas hating 'cause I ball (Grra), problem solved
|
| Hit your bitch, blow out her walls, I just bust all in her jaws
|
| Bitch, we slimey as they come, my youngin probably snake his dog
|
| Cop that Rove' (Woo, woo), in that Rove' (Woo, woo, skrr)
|
| All my niggas sick, they wipe your nose
|
| Ain’t never froze, blow my pole (Boom, boom)
|
| Heard you gangster, it don’t count no more, you told (Pussy)
|
| No, this Raf shit can’t change, we just running up them bands (Let's go)
|
| Tryna figure out which opp that’s gonna get murdered with my advance (Freebandz)
|
| Pop the pill, it got me geeked up, nigga, catch me when I land (Let's go)
|
| Please don’t play like I won’t hop right off the jet, jump in a minivan
|
| I’m going big, and it ain’t rigged (And it ain’t rigged)
|
| Yeah, that lil pussy pink like a pig (Just like a pig)
|
| Freaky lil bitch (Freaky), drinking my spit (Drink it)
|
| I was riding in the Rove', the one with no lid, a half a mil' (Half a mil')
|
| Designer her kicks, she wants to wear Prada (Designer)
|
| She said she got white paint on her toes (Woo)
|
| Peepin' their face, niggas been mad since before (Since before)
|
| Yeah, in a Continental with your hoe, nigga (In a Continental)
|
| I just bought a rental, fuck the incidental
|
| Put it in her liver, she just like my pickle
|
| Knew since I was little not to talk to pillars (Skrr)
|
| Made the news one week, it took off like a missile (Skrr skrr)
|
| Quietly peel your top off, potatoes (Skrr skrr)
|
| We got now, we got next, nigga (Skrr skrr)
|
| Can I live in a skyscraper? |
| (Skrr skrr)
|
| I got mills and I’m not gon' cake her (Skrr skrr)
|
| I got seals and I’m scared to break 'em
|
| Most of these niggas, they played out
|
| Most of these bitches is played out
|
| Peepin' they faces, they mad 'cause my cake up
|
| Living in the Matrix
|
| All of my rings, all of my shades, all my baguettes
|
| Play for the cases, niggas really be on your head
|
| The racks on your head, they might catch you caking
|
| We traveling daily, and I got hoes on replacement
|
| We serving out a basement with camera surveillance
|
| Pouring up Laker and rocking the latest |