Hard in the Paint (Freestyle)

[Intro]

Shout out to all my real niggas worldwide

Ain't nothing changed

But the 'rarri, the Lambo, the Bentley, the Maybach, the Phantom, the Aston, the Spyker

The Seven Trey, the seven deuce, the seven one, the seven fours

[Verse 1]

I go hard in the mothafuckin' paint, nigga

Touch eight figures, stuff it in the bank, nigga, uh

Order twenty bottles of the Rozay

Fuck first week, bitch, I ordered Moët

To these niggas, I'm a mothafuckin' problem

Hang with the Bloods, all the Crips, all the robbers

See Gucci, that's my mothafuckin' nigga

Twenty racks on it, bitch, you fuckin' with a killer

I can't hang with no pussy ass nigga

Thousand carats in the chain, quarter milli for it, nigga

You think I give a fuck what other niggas think?

Make another million every time a nigga blink

I'm rollin' up the purple and I'm sippIN' pink

Champagne drown a bitch until she gotta pee

She only get to ride unless she keep it wet

You lookin' at a gangsta in disguise, you just ain't seen it yet

Call up bee's and Beevis 'cause she butt heads

She know I'm busy, I don't need nothin' but head

And I'm payin' top dollar

Chain so big, can't pop my collar

Pop one pill, make a nigga spend a grand

Pop two pills, make a nigga wanna dance

Pop my trunk, pop me a nigga

Just last night, I had a dream I shot me a...

Pop my trunk, I'mma pop me a...

Just last night, I had a dream I shot me a nigga