[Verse 1: $ilkmoney, Quelle Chris]
Properly speaking clearer
Pasta's primavera philosophies got to be getting nearer
Sent the shot from across the top the point of the pyra-, aw, here we go
Here the, mm, motherfuckin' cracker with that figaro, figaro
Funny-ass nigga, I heard he got jokes
They got his bean-pie smoked
Etched them up on both sides like G.I. Joe, for the funk, the fee-fi-fo for the front, nigga
You don't even wanna know
Based off my calculations and amalgamations, if you got it on you, nigga, then I gotta takе it
Favorite activations was countin' paper, but now I'm stackin' pages
Black Jon Taffеr, born in [?]
Spraying Ks like it's my favorite fragrance
Me and my niggas click like tennis bracelets
Mouse keys, control buttons, so when the picture's taken
That's my dog though, that's my dunn, nigga (Yo, that's my nigga)
[Chorus: Quelle Chris]
That's my bro, that's my mans, that's my cool breeze
That's my guy, that's my pops, that's my OG
That's my sis, that's my missus, that's my auntie
Yo, basically, see, now that's my nigga
That's my ace, that's my plug, that's my co-d
That's my eyes, that's my arms, that ain't lowkey
If you ain't know, then you know, you the OP
'Cause basically, see, that's my nigga
That's my nigga
[Verse 2: Big Kahuna OG, Quelle Chris & Big Kahuna OG]
Heard you was scared to come get it in
Got my blunt burnin' with the siblings
The block is low when we link, shit, it be hot and cold in the east
And I just touched down in the V
If I'm gon' smoke, then I smoke in the Pri
Shawty be frontin', I feel like the Rih
I'm in a casting call for Belly 3
You ain't never seen a pot where we eat
Might park in the middle of the street
Shawty told me to pass her the heat, playing with the heart like it's hide-and-seek
I'm tryna see some get hurt, watch me sharpen my hands on the dirt
Big tombstone in the sky, shawty just sent me the Amber Alert
I don't even know why y'all try, late at the end of the tunnel be gettin' y'all fried
Eye for a eye, I ain't been eatin' my veggies since, like, '95
In that secret fortress
We don't take half measures, not even losses
In the conference, $ilk sparked it, I'm starin' at my coffee
Make sacrifices 'bout this cake, we marinate the offerings
Not the safer option, jelly donut and a glazed assortment
Look what get accomplished when you form a gang out ya supporters
Niggas swear they wavy, but I swear I'm on my way to Florida
Yeah, my city full of vices, shit goin' fast, nigga, pull up lightning
Understand you even when we fightin', when it come to whatever, y'all cannot hype it
Came together off the shredder, just Reverse Uno whoever
That want me to hit you with that blick, that's my nigga
[Chorus: Quelle Chris, Fly Anakin]
That's my bro, that's my man, that's my cool breeze
That's my gran, that's my pops, that's my OG
That's my sis, that's my missus, that's my auntie
Yo, basically, see, now that's my nigga
That's my ace, that's my plug, that's my co-d
That's my eyes, that's my arms, that ain't lowkey
If you ain't know, then you know, you the OP
'Cause basically, see, that's my nigga (Yeah, yo, that's my nigga, that's my dawg)
That's my nigga (What, what)
[Verse 3: Fly Anakin, Quelle Chris]
Yo, I played lop-side to see through the nigga
You know the far side, don't walk by, see through it nigga
We in this car high as Starfire, me and my nigga, let's go (Yeah, yeah)
Paper flowing, I cannot complain, we lit
Writin' while my phone dyin', nigga race in this bitch
Takin' a shit, if I can fit it in my pocket, that's it
Tell me him, and I proceed to mark him off of my list
Caught in this pig, gettin' there, and you know we all can exist
They never seen beyond the eyes and that's a far land
Caught it in advance, we placed a bet because they all fans, I taught you that
Everything I gave you was a gem, you gon' hold him back
I see 'cause you been hanging out with them, we been overlapped
It's me, nigga, know you been my twin since I told you rap (What)
Tappin' into slang like Duolingo, know my shit been mapped since (Yuh)
Dukes of Hazzard and Illmatic, I'll do it twice and
More nice than the last time, this shit's enticin'
You still stuck on the last line, like 50 Tyson (What, what)
Before the end, I was dead sleep, you still typin'
It's not a sin if you pray before it, mama say no more
I'll stay home if you pay me more, nigga
For sures, that's my nigga
[Chorus: Quelle Chris]
That's my bro, that's my mans, that's my cool breeze
That's my gran, that's my pops, that's my OG
That's my sis, that's my missus, that's my auntie
Yo, basically, see, now that's my nigga
That's my ace, that's my plug, that's my co-d
That's my eyes, that's my arms, that ain't lowkey
If you ain't know, then you know, you the OP
'Cause basically, see, that's my nigga (Yeah)
That's my nigga
[Outro: Quelle Chris]
Yo, can I get a slow clap below that
Five for free, my nigga, white girls crossing the streets
Heebie jeebies, nigga, it's cool, I be like, "do what you do"
If you don't need me, nigga, if it's hungry, you know my new number
If you need me, nigga, my first breaks was on tapes then pressed on CDs
Nigga, while I was gettin' mine, you was still suckin' on teatties, nigga
