[Intro]
(Shout out 808 Melo)
The devil in my eyes, know what's happenin'
When the city's talking back, no way
Nah, nah
Ain't no way, no way, no way
[Verse]
Fishbowl, send shots, bend blocks, send 'em back (Yeah)
Earthquakes and ceiling cracks, all my niggas into that (Oh, yeah)
You send a shot, we send it back, all facts no cap (Yeah)
Put my hat to the back (Back), a hundred thousand in the bag, look (Look)
Eleven dollars an hour ain't enough to live (No)
So I'ma go in every store and I'ma swipe this shit (Yeah, yeah)
They tryna lock a nigga up and I'm like, "Fuck a pig" (Fuck a pig)
Cause either way, mommy gon' still love her kid (She gon' love him)
I just took twеnty from the city they like who is you? (Who thе hell)
A lotta niggas talkin' shit that they don't really do (They don't do)
I'm 'bout to turn my Air Force 1's into a Gucci shoe (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to turn my Timberlands into a Yeezy boot (Oh-oh)
My president black, bandana is blue (Yo Cig)
Diamonds hittin', got me glistenin' like I came out the pool
I'm so exotic, like I came out the zoo (Oh)
But I shot out the coupe (Oh)
I got a scope with a clear eye view, woo (Yeah)
My boy Swizz hit me up, I'm like, "Hallelujah" (Yo Swizz)
They know I'ma do ya (Do ya), aimin' for medulla (For medulla)
Turn my blunt Medusa ('Dusa)
Cooler than a cooler (Cooler)
Ruger with a Ruger (Ruger)
A shooter with a shooter (Shooter)
A hunnid all in a day (In a day, yeah)
50 for the lawyer, 50 for the safe (For the safe)
Bear Heasy with the renty I'm like, "Why wait?" (Go Bear)
We the hottest in the city and the Tri-State (Where you at?)
Look, the Woos about to raise the crime rate (Woo)
I just pulled up to your block in a i8 (i8)
Strapped, and I'm ready, she want it in her belly (Yeah)
Then all I gave her was a glass and some Henny, yeah, yeah (Treesha)
Natural steak, I put you on a plate
And we don't do it on the net, we do it face to face
But if you talkin' on that net I put you on your face (On your face)
Cartiers and Pierres for a week straight (Cartier)
But if you lookin' for me you know where I'm at (You know where I'm at)
No more hot dogs, only steak and mash (Yeah, yeah)
I got like a hundred guns in the stash (Grrt, grrt)
Never went to school, huh, but I always passed (Baow)
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