[Intro: TOBi]
Gold cufflinks, fuck cuffs on wrists
Gold cufflinks, fuck cuffs on wrists
Gold cufflinks, fuck cuffs on wrists
Gold cufflinks, fuck cuffs on wrists
[Verse 1: TOBi]
Bow before the queen, ha, not in this lifetime
Thoughts black as the death that flow through the pipelines
Blick
Black like tar, oil slick
As long I live, I'll live
Gold cufflinks, fuck cuffs on wrists
Gold cufflinks, fuck cuffs on wrists
Everything on shine, look inside, homie
Shawty gettin' electric when she think of tryna slide on me
Mind over matter, oh, you mad? I don't mind, homie
I ain't got the fuckin' time now to shuck and jive, homie, nah
Young Bruce Wayne out the bat cave, facts
City on my back like my last name, facts
Since a lil' soldier, I been goin' in
Way before OnlyFans, when I was my only fan
How am I a thief if I showed my hands? (Oh, no)
How they gon' steal the wave? We on stolen land
[Chorus: TOBi]
Beatin' these hoes by a landslide (Landslide)
Touchdown dance with my hands high (Hands high)
Tell 'em, hit me up that time (That time)
Left wrist check, bitch, that time
I done bodied that, it's a flat line (A flat line)
Check the polygraph, it's a flat line (A flat line)
I done bodied that, it's a flat line (A flat line)
Check the polygraph
[Post-Chorus: TOBi]
Left wrist check, left wrist check
You should know what time it is, lil' bitch
Left, left, left wrist check, left wrist check
You should know what time it is, lil' bitch
[Verse 2: TOBi]
Ayy, hand over the briefcase
Hand over the keys or
Nobody finna leave, ayy
Critics, get your lips straight, or hop off of my ick-day
Though he put in work, he gettin' off like a sick day
I don't hear no "He say" or, "She say" from haters
I burn it, then I earn it, boy, I cremate the paper
Sonny, listen when I'm talkin', ayy, Cassius Clay
Man, all these fly boys a plane crash away, man
Came from the jungles with gorillas and gold diggers
Niggas in they feelings, they so bitter
They hope that we trip and fall down
But no, tell 'em, "I know better"
AllWon, nigga, we gon' get it, that's forever (Rah)
[Chorus: TOBi]
Beatin' these hoes by a landslide (Landslide)
Touchdown dance with my hands high (Hands high)
Tell 'em, hit me up that time (That time)
Left wrist check, bitch, that time
I done bodied that, it's a flat line (A flat line)
Check the polygraph, it's a flat line (A flat line)
I done bodied that, it's a flat line (A flat line)
Check the polygraph
[Post-Chorus: TOBi & Kenny Mason]
Left wrist check, left wrist check
You should know what time it is, lil' bitch
Left, left, left wrist check, left wrist check (Ayy, ayy)
You should know what time it is, lil' bitch (Ayy)
[Verse 3: Kenny Mason]
Yuh, fuck the coppers
Tote the chopper, no helicopter
I hit this block and made a pretty penny sellin' copper
I'm from the bottom, bitch, you gotta pay me top dollar
A drop-top, I make the top thot a top dropper
Shot shooter shit, sharpshooter, opp dropper
Shot caller, neck lit up, shock collar
Yeah, I can't take no risk with a frisk
They gon' try it 'cause we rich from the bricks with a blick, yeah
Lucky with the left wrist, I'm from the West, bitch
I was wrestlin' without the ref and got the strength, bitch
Never met up with a clique without a metal clip-clip
I was tryna get my weight up, so I never skipped gym
I know that optimally, every cop an opp to me
But I would hit the lady cop from NYPD
Ridin' with a cocked semi, yellin', "Fuck cop city"
Keep a knot for who with me, fuck whoever not with me, like, yuh
[Chorus: TOBi]
Beatin' these hoes by a landslide (Landslide)
Touchdown dance with my hands high (Hands high)
Tell 'em, hit me up that time (That time)
Left wrist check, bitch, that time
I done bodied that, it's a flat line (A flat line)
Check the polygraph, it's a flat line (A flat line)
I done bodied that, it's a flat line (A flat line)
Check the polygraph
[Post-Chorus: TOBi]
Left wrist check, left wrist check
You should know what time it is, lil' bitch
Left, left, left wrist check, left wrist check
You should know what time it is, lil' bitch
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