Pray day's changed, Rollie plain Jane
Ever done two bootings in
The same fucking day? Yeah I got grabbed
You really slap them toys?
But never could I sing
Like the Backstreet Boys
Shoot a nigga like a sale
Filled ends up with bells
Go home and cut my hair and my nails
In the woods
I weren't tryna make pencils with my genna
Fuck Kendall
Niggas can't fuck with my credentials
New strizzies them
Drop mashes on the kiddies them
Crocodile teeth, Skillibeng
Spesh ting, ain't too res it ain't stepping
Them niggas ain't real
They're just pretending
Remember I got my man shot
With just a phone call
Even when we done them civvies
It was a close call
See me in the Benz, double C's on the creps
But you'll never ever see me on no fence

When it comes to glides I'm in the top form
Had to beat and dodge corn
You know we're unruly like Popcaan
From locked doors to fucking
Bitches on top floors
Now they bring me champs to the shop floor
When it comes to glides I'm in the top form
Had to beat and dodge corn
You know we're unruly like Popcaan
From locked doors to fucking
Bitches on top floors
Now they bring me champs to the shop floor

I know why they hate the don
Spilling in Saint Laurent
One-fifty when I put the AP on
Do the maths, drinking tea in the Fendi Caffe
See you at the top my nigga, Fredo Bang
Chicks wanna roll with Rimz
I put food into cling
Still remember when my phone didn't ring
Wouldn't be here without the fiends
Grub stretching limousines
Went from D&G to Celine
Just served a smoker, gotta make tauba
Never had a older, only men in my revolver
I was seventeen with a seventeen
I seen so much shit I need therapy
I was really front line when it was cooking
Me and E, we really bleached out in bushes
Tryna turn a boy off like Virgil
And I don't see no heroes when I circle

When it comes to glides I'm in the top form
Had to beat and dodge corn
You know we're unruly like Popcaan
From locked doors to fucking
Bitches on top floors
Now they bring me champs to the shop floor
When it comes to glides I'm in the top form
Had to beat and dodge corn
You know we're unruly like Popcaan
From locked doors to fucking
Bitches on top floors
Now they bring me champs to the shop floor