I just skirted off in a lot In a foreign paper tags
Mike Amiri on my soles Purple jeans up on my ass
Catch a nigga on the fifth then we gon' leave him in a sack
Turn on sixth, hit the gas, You see them lights, you do the dash
If you don't see him here today, We just gone leave 'em in the past
Got a doll, that fight like Kash she wanna fuck, but I'mma pass
Yeah, I'mma pass ha to my brother Bang Bros, he gon' smash
Catch me around the holidays, i might be tricking blowing stacks
And that's facts, I don't cap, want some advice?
Make 'em mad, chase the paper, don't go out sad
Life too short, go blow a bag
Tom Ford waistband when I sag Money, piling', attracting cash
Swerving foreign, hope I don't crash
(Swerving foreign, hope i don't crash)
You niggas, bitches, tighten up
Turn it off, that shit suck, Play pussy, get fucked
Face lifts, and tummy tucks
Test dummy, they sent them off
Featherweight, y'all pillow soft
Hit my mans, same week, He discharged, and walked it off
Take his beat and make it mine
Take yo bitch, I'm breaking spines How you claim you on the paper route, but only got Chime?
My niggas straight, me and mine
You said, yo GOV, that's TMI
I know some killas from DMI
That be on the news, not CSI
And we still gon' spin again
Ain't no Lord, but on the Finn
All that woofing get you blew, nigga
Red dot up on your chin
God fearing, and yeah, I sin
But all in all, I'm tryna win
Give a fuck about no fame, I need them M's coming in
In and out, bitch, make it fast
I can't send it, I got cash
Man, who raised you niggas? Swear to God, y'all filled with too much sass
Catch a opp, don't need to blast
Niggas know I'll beat they ass
But I never see the opps
Cause they on foot, my foot on the gas
I just skirted off in a lot In a foreign paper tags
Mike Amiri on my soles Purple jeans up on my ass
Catch a nigga on the fifth then we gon' leave him in a sack
Turn on sixth, hit the gas, You see them lights, you do the dash
If you don't see him here today, We just gone leave 'em in the past
Got a doll, that fight like Kash she wanna fuck, but I'mma pass
Yeah, I'mma pass ha to my brother Bang Bros, he gon' smash
Catch me around the holidays, i might be tricking blowing stacks
On my neck, bitch, that's light
Heard your music, what's the hype? Baby girl, I ain't no Boston pay for pussy, I'm not the type
In and out, she takin' pipe, man, I know I hit it right
Cause she let me beat it out the frame all fuckin' night
Niggas talkin' tough, you gotta show me
Ain't nan nigga ever hoe me
Man, you niggas really know, that I'm ballin' like Ginóbili
If you in the way, you getting pissed on
Making hits, not diss songs
Since middle school, you can ask about me
Everybody know that I been on
Ask your bitch, I keep it so P
Man, this shit right here for the streets
Touchin' down in all these cities, In my favorite pair of cleats
How a nigga want rap beef, but you cannot catch the beat
I ain't in competition with one soul
It's me versus me, bitch