Figure 8's

[Verse]

Yo, I'm from the zones where if they like it, they might slime you for your watch

You don't get a lot of say, if you ain't ridin' on your opps

Niggas act up in a way, it's most likely they forgot

One phone call and they're bringin' out the shots

No liquor, you want respect 'round here, then go bang in a dinger

Got gold plaques but miss the days servin' crack with my nigga

I see things for what they is and rarely not for what they isn't

Can't be pressed by goin' back and forth with some accidental killers

And I can give you a long list of where I'm probably the realest

My wardrobe full of LV, I'll prolly drop dead drippin'

My youngin goin' on licks, his first Rolex was stolen

But now he's got a Rolex with baguettes in the face, and he owns it

I give my block hope and toasts, like fuck what you thought

She suck it all up, I don't ever leave no cum on the floor

Ran through seven figures, you ain't ran through five, come on, my nigga, that's poor

5K on Chrome hats, that's your whole stack on top of my thoughts

Still top two, that's facts and not an assumption

My shooter on and off with his burner like he Stephanie London

Lil' A, bumpin' into other shottas in country

Who'll stab you up or take your package, it just depends where you come from

Got my Patek from A Jewellers, not no jeweller on the side strip

But I told Hoosh to not record me 'cause I'm far from excited

[?] 'cause everyone's been rockin' the same shit

Survivor's guilt 'cause I got niggas locked, sittin' on basic

Get a lie detector, let's see who's lived or livin' what they're rappin'

Let's who raps the drill genre but ain't never done no mad ting

When it's time to step on the field, niggas shook, pullin' their hammies

Nowhere to lock my spinner, I can leave it at my granny's

We put in creeps in sport, plain jane or flooded

If my demons get the drizzop, I'm afraid they're comin'

Done my ten thousand hours but they think that I'm lucky

Got chicks in NYC countin' down the days to fuck 'em

Now I'm on Autotrader, lookin' up some Wagon and 'Ghinis

I'll soon cop one or the other, yo, believe me

Just don't pretend to be proud of me whenever you see me

I've seen pussies turn gangster, back to pussy to neeks

But money talks, bet you I could get your lo' in a week

Now I got your details, make a couple calls like "Yo, though, where my squeezers at?"

Gave S seven bags for a gun, them times I needed that

But that's the type of shit that I'll do for the gang

Spin that block, that's where they hang

Got hoes that I'll call up just for fun

Fake tits, figure eights, good head, hella bum

I buy corn for my pagans but there's corns for everyone

My nigga made a flamed decision so we sent him on the run

Still got the most opps on my blade, I made noise, my nigga

AR and SwayDee, they're the guys you should avoid, my nigga

What's your purpose? You ain't out here grippin' toys, my nigga

It takes a man to be a man, and you're a boy, my nigga

To put a smile on her face, I spent ten on my chick

Then a couple weeks later, I spent ten on some sticks

Then a couple days later, I gave ten to my little sis

Keepin' everyone happy or safe, I almost spent like fifty G's

Fifty racks, fifty quid, I tell kids to stay in school, that don't make a hypocrite

Don't run and tell your groupchat me and you been gettin' intimate

And Netflix and chill ain't somethin' I do, she knows I won't chill after I finish hittin' it

Every day you wear a shiesty mask

But every single day I've never seen you do a shiesty task

Used to have fiends queuein' in alleys for light and dark

My auntie Dee told me stop sippin', she don't know the half

And all these girls wanna have my baby, so plan B's been the plan A lately

I'm still goin' Louis-crazy, for myself and for my lady

I be sellin' verses, forty a piece, since I've been independent, my lyrics been sellin' like crack back in the 80's