(Flea)
You know what I’m sayin’?
It is what it is, n****, we ain’t trippin’ ’bout nothin’, shit
Nothin’, everything profit, n****
Now, I can sit and tell you ’bout the diamonds on my chest like everything’s easy
Spoke to Fatboy the other day, he say he’s still gettin’ money, what’s new? (He still gettin’ money, you know ain’t nothin’ new to us, n****)
All my latest problems come from bitches, so you know I had to cut ’em all through
You know I got the juice like I had Bishop hangin’ and I threw him off the roof (You know I got the sauce, know I got the swag, lame-ass n****)
Bitch n****, you your mama’s boy (Yeah)
All these free bands got my bitch bored (Ffft)
Break the mob rules, you get sent for (Come here)
That Rollie fit my wrist like it’s meant for it
N***** small fry, I’m big ballin’, gettin’ chips more (Yeah, yeah)
Turnt up, got these bad bitches suckin’ dick more
Burnin’ ‘za, got my own pack, give me six for it (Yeah)
Dope prices, it be up and down like a six-four, yeah (My bad)
Sprintin’ to that money got me outta breath
Lil’ n**** at the grown court, still yellin’, “Next”
I know heaven real, man, I done been through hell and back (No cap)
I done been through band after band, down to my last (Bags)
You might piss me off, all my lil’ n***** come and crash (Go get his ass)
N****, when it rain, you get wet, I can smell the grass (Yeah)
Smilin’ in my face, deep down, I can tell he mad (Fuck him)
Bitch n**** caught me down bad, so I keep the mag (Bitch ass)
Bad thoughts runnin’ through my mind, I can’t speak at all
Get my first million, real talk, I’ll still get raw
Call lil’ cuz Dum-Dum, he don’t think at all, blankin’ out
Send a hundred B’s down your way just to peep it out
Slow leaks in the air mattress, you should see the house now (Go)
Thirty-P play, finna meet with Bob now (Bob)
Put her in a pent’, I won’t even stop out (Mmm-mmm)
Yeah, at your courtside, call him Tata (Like the broadcast)
Make her hit her knees like my name Allah, rockin’ Fear of God
Swear it might take a little longer, I don’t dick-ride
Wavy Navy, you ain’t in that circle, I ain’t pickin’ sides
Trill n***** with it, hit the door once we switch vibes (Trill n*****)
My young n***** took the brick road, Wizard of the Oz (Young n*****)
Compare to who? Laughin’ at you n*****, all the jokes aside (Fuck n*****)
I’m at Ocean Prime (Yeah), I got motion now
Caught cases, but you still out, you a fuckin’ cop
She a demon, when the nut come, you supposed to stop (Ooh)
Pretty face drippin’ like me, ass pokin’ out
Ask Kash, she can vouch for me (Ask Kash)
Ask G, he can vouch for me (Ask G)
Ask them n*****, man, I doubt it’s beef
I thought n*****’d be proud of me
Like he just came big shit poppin’, keep a lot of these
Stay lit, hit everything but the lottery (Lit, lit)
I was on chill, then these lame n***** started me (I was on chill)
Told redhead, “That shit good, girl, you part of me”
Big V sittin’ on my chest like a Bari tee
Think I might grab Maybach, paint it army green (Maybach)
‘Bout to buy mom a big house just to stash racks (Uh)
I was told keep this shit a hundred, no cash back
N****, what you on? No flashbacks (Huh?)
Shit you n***** on, I’m past that (I’m past that)
Come around stealin’ sauce with your crab ass (Lame ass)
“Face, boy, you the next to blow,” my Arab said (Oh yeah)
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