Lyrics
Grrt look
Look at the flick of the wrist
I bet you a hundred
One flick of the figure and niggas is
Gettin' you clipped
You look like a navy, you niggas is lazy
I’m goin' so crazy, I did a one-eighty
My life is amazin'
Aside from the bullshit, I never been greater
All about green like I’m Kimbe and Tatum
I run the point like LeBron at the Staples
Whenever you need me, I'm willin' and able
If it so happens that I ain't on dodge
I run the pack up just to
Shoutout to Drizzy, I hope that they free him
'Cause he was just fillin' his
Bag up with pesos
Young nigga wipin' his nose if I say so
I just keep pilin’ my pockets with queso
Just saw my homie get clipped to the Draco
He better shoot it ’cause I could've used it
I went from five dollars and
Clip for the music
Been waitin’ on fifty, like I'm in the unit
The price for the grams is
Like six of them twenties
Five every hour, an easy six hundred
My cup runneth over with
Nothin' but blue faces
Bitch, all them screw faces
Leave to assumption
My youngin be clearin' the
Scene when he dumpin’
Wearin' the forty like Harrison Barnes
Twenty-one shots like it just became legal
Call it the mask 'cause it send you to God
It's crazy 'cause all of
These rap niggas fraud
Subliminal shots on your video blog
That ain't your reality, if you was
To battle me, it's a fatality
Finish 'em off
Virgil just sent me a package from France
Givenchy and Dior, I'm throwin' it on
D'USSE with the ace
Like I'm rollin' with Sean
I seen like a hundred since Ricky and Fonz
VVs on my neck, Rolex on my arm
Smoke out that fifty in Florida palms
Alchemist made me this beat with a bomb
Choppers everywhere, I live in Sudan
All this money, ain't no keepin' me calm
Turkey sandwiches with bri' and poupon
2020, I can do what I want
Yeah, give me, finna give me it all, uh
Hahaha, look yeah, it's Ricky
I've been runnin' this shit so
Long, I'ma be honest, it's not even fair
Niggas is pussy, that side over there
So why would I care if somebody got aired?
They switch on my pitch, I'm rich as a bitch
Knots in my pocket and knots on my hip
I got your bitch, she all on my dick
I told that ho to get out of my hair
I'm from a city, a lot of despair
And mama love, ain't have a dollar to spare
You gotta be careful
Gotta keep one in the head
And don't throw a shot at the air
You can not be fearful
I had the Glock on my hip
In the spot sellin' product in there
And my eyes be tearful
Soon as I found out the news, my
Lil' nigga got shot in the head, ah
Might do they interviews
But I ignore the questions
Never ignore the blessings
You can't ignore the lessons
I fucked the first night then
I ignored the texts
You gotta see the signs, bitch
You can't ignore the message
I made some more investments
Before I sign them deals that
Come across my office desk
You know us, trust come first
On some Che Noir and Spesh shit
You know they can't breathe when
I'm in the buildin', that boy asbestos
You know that boy the freshest
Know how I pop out, Bugatti skeleton
I pull the watch out
Play the field like I'm Steph
Diggs on a hot route
I'm eatin' baklava with this bitch
I flew in from Moscow
You niggas can have the game back
Just not now machine, bitch
I'm out of my llama, I'm out of my mind
Out of my debt and no matter the climb
Stack of the ladder, I'm wavin' the wand
Abra Cadabra, you rather the chatter
I gather and spin through your
Block with a Saturn, it's sadder and sadder
They call me lover then I grew to fightin'
I went up to shoot him, not much of a stabber
Not much of a looter, you just a grabber
The Ruger's the giver, you just a haver
When my niggas rig up, your niggas rag up
I dig up a hill just for niggas to drag up
You gonna need all of your niggas
You formin' a war with
Your niggas? Well, then, i'ma tag up
You want the smoke, niggas the backup
I'm the dope, niggas don't back up
Wine teen, rusty toast, hind beam
New East Coast
Fryin' green, smooth criminal, try lean
Dyin' breed
Cousins stove and I'ma try and breathe
Up the smoke and I'ma try and leave
Nigga better off tryin' Biden before
They ever talk tryin' me
That effort get the letter A, you know
The ones followed by an E
I rap nice, but I can't spell
'cause I put the K before IN-D
Wanna get boss, nigga line me
When the chip tossed, nigga, mind me
We'll get Kriss Kross'd in the
Mix, wanna get lost, nigga, find me
WRITERS
Alan Maman, Darius Grayson, Demond Price, Stephen Patrick Odell
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
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