Cook that shit up, Steelz
I just got a check, I'm feelin' good today (I'm feelin' good today)
'Bout to bust it down and bless the whole hood today (bless the whole hood today)
I run these streets, I'm that nigga niggas wanna be (they wanna be)
They fuck with me 'cause I'm solid, and I'm sucka-free (let's go)
I got up off my ass and made it rich on my own (rich on my own)
You a skeez, get this bitch off my phone (bitch)
I went and got a bag, and now I'm on it, nigga, super lit (lit)
Niggas say they shooters in they song, but they ain't shootin' shit (let's go)
Ayy, this ain't no dance song, but, nigga, fuck it, get your dance on (shit)
The streets'll vouch for me, I'm really rappin' what I stand on
Bitch, I'm really him, when you see me, get your fan on
I made it out the trenches, got a check and put my mans on (I did)
I got it out the mud, now I'm lit on 'em (now I'm lit on 'em)
I focused on my grind and got rich on 'em (and got rich on 'em)
Niggas go against the gang, we gon' spin on 'em (we gon' spin on 'em)
Turn the block and load the chops and go again on 'em (and go again on 'em, grrt)
Real back-in-stylin', yeah, bitch, I bring this back in (I bring this back in)
I fuck with gangstas everywhere, nigga, tap in (nigga, tap in)
Security a fan, that nigga let me get my strap in
You book me for a show, I need my front and my backend (ugh)
I just got a check, I'm feelin' good today (I'm feelin' good today)
'Bout to bust it down and bless the whole hood today (bless the whole hood today)
I run these streets, I'm that nigga niggas wanna be (niggas wanna be)
They fuck with me 'cause I'm solid, and I'm sucka-free (let's go)
I got up off my ass and made it rich on my own (rich on my own)
You a skeez, get this bitch off my phone (bitch)
I went and got a bag, and now I'm on it, nigga, super lit (yeah)
Niggas say they shooters in they song, but they ain't shootin' shit (let's go)
Neck and Rollie bright, look like a light, I'm gon' be up for life
She jump in that Ghost, see all this ice and she gon' fuck on sight
They like, "Why you rich and cuttin' pints?" So Chucky up the price
See them niggas out, lil' bro on go, his shit get took tonight
I hate pussy niggas, fuck the 'Gram, and don't be dancin' either (uh-huh)
I blew 60 bands on my new rings and made my hands anemic (uhh)
Just got off probation, know they watchin', be on pins and needles (for real)
Capo in my hood, got my lil' soldiers, they gon' pledge allegiance
Hundred shooters like the Taliban, I trap on Autobahn (gang)
Up until she spent a light two racks and knocked a model down (hmm)
I get on these beats and talk that dope, I don't be tryna rap
Put a hundred in his brand-new Drac', look like a power line, hah
I just got a check, I'm feelin' good today (I'm feelin' good today)
'Bout to bust it down and bless the whole hood today (bless the whole hood today)
I run these streets, I'm that nigga niggas wanna be (niggas wanna be)
They fuck with me 'cause I'm solid, and I'm sucka-free (let's go)
I got up off my ass and made it rich on my own (rich on my own)
You a skeez, get this bitch off my phone (bitch)
I went and got a bag, and now I'm on it, nigga, super lit (yeah)
Niggas say they shooters in they song, but they ain't shootin' shit (let's go, let's go)
