[Intro]
Where we at with it?
Ayy, yeah
[Verse 1]
Back of the Maybach watchin' Rick and Morty, poured up in a sixty-forty
Biggest creature of the cons, long live Slick and Corey
Free Lou, still trappin' in the zone like a three-two
Arm & Hammer mixin', water whippin' like a skidoo
Za funky as Pepé Le Pew, pee-yew
It sucks to be you, one thing I hate is a Mr. Me Too
I'll get you knocked off, no Temu, stay on your A-game
Just tryna stay sane like Navy Blue and Pink Siifu
The Glock crazy glued to my waist
Put 'em down quicker than PDQ
Can come and get a sneak preview
Uptown with my new switchy in that Q50
Real bloodhound, never been a basset or a beagle
Infected with the evils, connected with them peoples
Still above ground, now drop down and get your eagle on
That's infrared-dot-com, red in my bloodstream
Head of a drug ring, I get my Smeagol on
[Chorus]
Still in the ghetto with my Z's screamin', "Free Ramone"
Bust Skyler like a sunflower full of VS stones
Off of Gratiot and Van Dyke, I caught the drank from midnight
Incomin' call, I can't answer this on no speaker phone
Get all day for a swipe, watch what you speakin' on
After money comes the respect, then it brung power
In broad day, get right, jump out just me alone
Left him reekin' of gunpowder mixed with cheap cologne
[Verse 2]
I eat lightnin' and slap thunder with them Eastsiders
Puttin' niggas in the deep fryer, it's the Heat Miser
Spot hot as a grease fire, top side in the Jeep visor
Hood full of shot spotters, but ain't no ceasefire
I can't pull over with these, Bruno a three-timer
Bricks so pearly, never seen a set of teeth whiter
It's game time, no SEGA, caught two pops at the Omega
My new trap spot a bodega, my new bitch rockin' Bottega
Stuck on that block with no neighbors, we fed the whole family
Did a quarter ticket on my Cricket off the nose candy
Told Dani I need that gold Lambi
Now the seats in the BM lemon pepper, but the Rolls sandy
Need that new Royal Oak offshore for the Ross tour
Rose Audemars Piguet or Patek, whatever cost more
My Digimon a palm pilot, got 'em swan divin'
Whole pint of the Tris, just got wrote a script for bronchitis
[Chorus]
Still in the ghetto with my Z's screamin', "Free Ramone"
Bust Skyler like a sunflower full of VS stones
Off of Gratiot and Van Dyke, I caught the drank from midnight
Incomin' call, I can't answer this on no speaker phone
Get all day for a swipe, watch what you speakin' on
After money comes the respect, then it brung power
In broad day, get right, jump out just me alone
Left him reekin' of gunpowder mixed with cheap cologne
