Guaranteeing you aint met a nigga like me
Everything in check feel like a Nike
A lot of niggas don't like
I got the seasoning I kept it spicy
Used to deal with fishes like a Pisces
Neck and wrist frozen like an icy
Patek on me now but I remember thinkin Breitling
All up in the ear I'm bout to bite it like I'm Tyson
The way I came up was trifling
Street fighting like I was M Bison
I got more nervous when niggas start gettin indicted
Pablo and Giggs Harlem to London I bet you dey want it
Take me out my clothes Ma
I got da hood on my stomach
Throwing gang signs but nominated for some Grammys
Pistol in my bitch T crib her name was Tammy
Art Basel in my living room aint do Miami
Telling her what I like aint got nuttin to do wit Sammy
If I hit it right I guarantee she gon stamp me
Postal, international this vibe is Global
Tell me what u want from me, I feel like Mase and Total
Giggs my brother in private aint gotta make it social
Most these niggas only want pictures so they can post you
I'm smoking in my garden, with Dave East
They know we up in Harlem
And if I put a work in I pray, I've broken a commandment
They know we gon protect shit, straight they know we gonna guard it
And if wasn't Harbour, I'm throwing 'em in Starlets
I wear my watch on my right
I can make da call and niggas drop him by night
Standing in da corner nigga
Cant even afford to let dem cross a man sight
I just made da order and she's on da next flight
Don't worry what I bought her nigga
Man forget da mortgage nigga I 'm a just buy it
Even if it doesn't happen I 'm a just try
Listen, she sent a couple teasers
I flew her in then put her in the Regis
You wouldn't have believed it, she's dirty
We got a good agreement
And niggas out her growing up, they call me Gandalf
They know how we goin out, its a stand off
Yeah, the love is endless, its Luthor Vandross
Keep your hands off
I'm smoking in my garden, with Dave East
They know we up in Harlem
And if I put a work in I pray, I've broken a commandment
They know we gon protect shit, straight they know we gonna guard it
And if wasn't Harbour, I'm throwing 'em in Starlets
JFK to Heathrow
Commercial or its private
I'm da hottest on da East Coast
Jewellery lookin like da ski slopes on a speed boat
Breathe slow, there's gas in here
Mommy shakin' ass, we laughin a lot of cash in here
Giggs dats my bruv from da mud
Cameras flashing when they catch us in the club its all love my nigga
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