[Intro]
That’s crazy
Nigga my-
Nigga
Couldn’t fuck with a baby picture of me nigga
Lil’ ass nigga you ain’t even got a car
Broke ass nigga you ain’t even got a car
Nigga
Can’t fuck with me nigga my worst day nigga one of the worst days of my life
Probably be the best day of your Motha fuckin’ existence nigga
Can’t fuck with me nigga
Let me tell you why you can’t fuck with me
[Verse]
Cause my draws cost a lot pull foreign cars off the lot
You think that bitch bad as shit I drop it off and get the top
Nigga my house big as shit my mouth cost a brick
I slang bowls and hit the road I ain’t sell out for this shit
They ran north with a kid nigga your scout getting hit
That ho ex stuck up on the gram she stay on top of my dick
Wake up in the morning Porsche or Beamer what car ima’ pick?
Ain’t doing no mother fucking show can’t bring my rod in this bitch
She say “Papi your little petty ass”
I say “Yo big ole Heavy ass”
Yo chatty petty messy ass
I up the racks my bragging ass
She crunch your face I crack the bag
We catch him lacking that’s his ass
I pull up foreign back to back
She call me “Papi” I’m her dad
You don’t want to go band for band
You really don’t stand a chance
A ten mill will hit you it’s no need for ambulance
Whether the bowl or the pan get beat to death with my hands
I up the pole then I bam fore’ he even got in his stance
Dope boy [?] for my pants I’m from a whole other land
I put a hole in your man then a hole go again
On my block I’m the rock I’m controlling the gram
Truck load in a ram 40 bowls of the blam
It’s getting sold nigga ain’t nun for the low
I don’t give a damn
Said “She see me on the gram” and always knew I be a man
Diamonds dance like Marcus Houston when he was doing it for little saint
Rack for rack and break the bank I’m a shark, shark shark on a bitch until she faint
I dropped a six but the six is game took six niggas from the gang
Walked in and walked out with my chains big ass Porsche truck hog the lane
She gave me jaw don’t know my name I up the rod you heard the bang
These niggas washed like little lil Zane don’t rock no Shiesty this a turban
I’m with some chocolate shit she curvy this bitch ass so fat I’m nervous
[?] buy this bitch Chanel purses she eat me up while I’m driving
On the highway got me swerving fresh as fuck but I’m dirty
This a 40 it hold thirty Ben the block hop out like I don’t know what the fuck the curve is
If he play board day it’ll be a mother fucking murder
[?] say foe don’t look firth-teen but he the one that up the burner
These niggas move like gunna wrong move and I’ll burn them
