[Verse 1]
I used to fiends in the house just like this mafia don
I told Mazza where I'm goin', I need a rock for your charm
Matter of fact, while you at it, put a watch for the arm
Shit, I might do long sleeves 'cause niggas be watchin' for arms
Nigga said if he had my hand, he'd chop off her arm
Just a baby boy, nigga, I'll knock off your mom
Catch one of you niggas snoozin', we gon' stop the alarm
I'm from where young niggas see a opp and perform
You know it's pink slips on the whips because they paid in full
Richer than the Mitches and them snitches up in Paid In Full
Until my cup runneth over and my plate is full
You know we put you in a bunnin' and we'll take a pull, shit
Shit, matter fact, nigga, who put you onto Jones?
I see you like that [ju?], who put you on the chrome?
Who you put you in that wallеt chain all set in stones?
And soon we talkin' 'bout thеse legends, let me set the tone
Been places that you can't pronounce, just like Rosetta Stone
I make them killers follow the truck when I'm headin' home
These niggas lightweight, you know I'm here to set a heavy tone
[Verse 2]
'Member runnin' to the buildin' when we saw the knocks?
Now I'm tryna catch the Knicks before the quarter start
Give a fuck about no keys, that shit is auto-start
Just one goal and most you niggas never saw a trial
You're from the era of the streamers and the Twitter shit
Come from the era of the Bimmer and the bricks
There was no IG, can't be seen on no pics
Let me bring you up to speed, it can be seen on my wrist
Shit, te-tell me what we doin', chat
Make two mil on one day, well, tell me who's doin' that
We don't do subs unless we sendin' them the car
Live for niggas solar, send 'em to the sky
Young bitches they be sayin' that he got all the rizzy
Half a ticket, work with Jews, my hair's always frizzy
It was Big and Pac, now it's [?] Drizzy
They let me catch some things to hit that boy with a glizzy
Shit, these ain't the glizzies you can eat
I'm from a different era, we say glizzy, it was heat
You're thuggin', you really had to get busy in the streets
I'm talkin' spinnin' nigga block until you dizzy in the Jeep, shit
And these bitches try to catch me off a [?]
I told her tune in and she could catch me on a stream
If you niggas try to run, then I could catch you on a beam
Niggas been sleepin' on me, but I could catch him in a dream
[Verse 3]
Pop up with the same mask that Freddy Krueger had
A fashion killer, I put clips in my Louis bag
Man, y'all got me fucked up, you think I'm doin' bad
You know these diamonds, they be hittin' like I threw a jab
And he dancin' in the ring like [?]
The money leave my son, you think he had a Jewish dad
That's three, this is two, nigga, do the math
When bitches see the ice, they like, "Yeah, he blew a bag"
I don't know India, just show me where the love at
Niggas wanna plate up, show 'em where the doves at
I tell 'em break the levy on my wrist, I mean flood that
I still park my phone whips in the hood where the Bloods at
[Interlude]
Where the Bloods at
Not playin' shit now
Tell me what's above that
Tell me what's
Stressed up, now fuck that
[Verse 4]
Tell me what's above that
Used to hit your town up like, "Tell me where the club at"
Two 28s is like chillin' on a dub pack
Used to hit the plug up like, "Tell me where the drugs at"
He don't know English, had to tell him up on WhatsApp
Big [?] whips, been back in the what's that
Shit, fuck that car, it's what you call overkill
Rappin'like the rent due, a nigga need a Hover deal
I need to be president, Rollie on Trump shit
My nigga's not hesitant, know we gon' dump shit
Movin' smart now, but they know I'm on dumb shit
It's that after kill spill, sequel to the movie, nigga, this after Kill Bill
Try to tell me not, but I got rappers still to kill
Catch him on the bells and get tackled in the field, ah
Tell Kevin Gator I'm good, I'm never tired
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