[Intro]
(What’s goin on here why is everything chrome)
Damn, damn, damn, damn
[Verse]
Parked foreigns on the curb, bank roll bust the scene
Rocking Bond number nine, she tryna rip me out my jeans
7,000 for an outfit, be cool that ain’t really bout shit
Project bitch want a channel bag, she don’t know how to pronounce it
She can’t believe how my house is, I sip lean out the fountain
I came straight out the trenches, but now my bank roll got thousands
I sip drank till I’m out it, big ass Porsche pull up like tank
Jump out that bitch bout it, bout it, lil’ Papi smoking the loudest
I sold dope me and Memo on the corner by thе dead end
Play with that money, to thе motherfucking ground, stomp his head in
Nigga got hit cause I said it, I dropped a bag they behead them
They’ll tell you before I was rapping I was really swinging metal
Nigga I’m the voice of the ghetto, I gave all them niggas hope
And whether they know this shit or not nigga I gave all them niggas dope
You copping from a nigga who cop from a nigga who cop from me
On the west I’m pushing hard but I got smack back over east
Show the bitch how to get flee, new J’s early release
800 for my jeans, Robin jacket with the wings
Whole city know about Fleech, Pap one, two, and, three
Bankroll don’t fold nigga I fuck up the scene
Show them shit they never seen taught them how to hit a sleaze
Nigga can’t talk about no backhand nigga they got that shit from me
Now I pull up foreign V’s push the button don’t need a key
Hoe see me one time bitch drop right down to her knees
Bitch treat me like Jesus, 30,000 whatever I’m cheesing
Walk in the Louie store blow 20,000 right now no damn reason
Nigga you’s a Gilbert Arenas, I got 4 seasons of rings
My bitch freak as hell like Trina, bitch start nagging me “Oou Keshia”
Nigga it’s seven thousand for a Beamer, bitch got passport got visa
Bitch got ass like Zerena, unc keep calling like “I need it”
I’m in the spot with Juanita she like ah shit that’s Fleech
At the stove, bowl I beat it, I don’t want that bullshit you can keep it
Bitch I’m *brr* it’s freezing, grandma praying out for Jesus
I get that money bitch I need it that’s why the side door swinging
Them niggas try it we gone bring it, you see the fire off that heater
I let it fly will he beam it, they say pop you a genius
My mom know I mean it just like my fah ima’ keep it
Before that fah start screaming it could get loud for no reason
I’m walking down still squeezing, make sure his ass not breathing
I’m a real coke boy I ain’t French I’m still scheming
Fay telling me be easy, when I say I’m like a demon
Papi pull up in a demon drop the window with [?]
Put your body in the cement them niggas know how we get
Made a thirty for the weekend, she wanna fuck me till the weekend
Real project bitch named Princess, bitch wanna eat me get her lips wet
Side street drop top big back, G29 take it get back
Dope boy still posted at the corner store
Made a dope hole if you know then you know
Rap money slow then we kick a door
[?] get the [?] get the dope
Lay a nigga down fire on your folks
Perc after perc fried up the most
Bounce right out the car fire up the stove
Winter time it’s July at the stove
I walk in this bitch I’m known to do the most
Talking ass nigga walked in like prop Joe
Auntie beating on the side but we not home
The ring camera told her get the hell on
I don't give a fuck what you thought I’m really the one
In the middle of Philly middle of the slums
In Cali picking with the growers and plugs
The trenches where I’m from I come out the mud
It ain’t a slab but we bang the trunk
I’m on a time limit what’s the hold up?
Sugar Ray Leonard beat the bowl up
Hulkamania pick the stove up
[Outro]
It’s the dawg
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