God damn, here we go again
Dripped out, get cute
Check into Icon for a week with my crackhead friends
I hate Miami so much, them niggas don't know I'm an undercover introverted man
I don't wanna hang out, didn't wanna pop out, but them niggas had other plans
Said, fuck it nigga, I ain't no bitch
Ridin' with the clique, smokin' bout 32 zips
Oh, we ain't comin' hit or miss
Only hit to win, till we hit the fan
I'm like Ross, baby
I'm investin' this chicken, no worry bout the cost, baby
No more fuckin' with goofies, you know I'm a boss, baby
Large baby
I'm a car baby
Where your heart, baby
When I'm whippin' this GTR, can I park in your yard, baby
Tryna push in to start, baby
Come be my star lady
Fuck it, we hop in the telly
I'll hit from the back while you star gazing
I'm all kinds of crazy
Many different faces
Money in the masons
Hundred different places
Gorilla in the glue
Keep him in them cages
Frieza final form
I got two more stages
Everybody and they mama wanna ride around and slide with a nigga
You ain't really ground with a nigga
Where a nigga was when he had a pound for a nigga
Didn't hear a sound from a nigga
We burnin' loud, keep it down, lil' nigga
Village or the town, lil' nigga, I
I got the crown on a nigga, I
I'm steppin' out on a nigga like
Damn
Aw, man
Here we go again
Why do I keep doin' this shit to myself
I don't understand
They don't know about the master brand
They don't know about the pots and pans that I had to beat on just to feed the fam
The spam in the can before any steak and lamb
A six year stand before I seen Uncle Sam, I
I ain't never choke
May act Jewish, but bitch, I ain't broke
Five dollar Snickers in the store, leanin' to no
But I cash out a band just to feed my lil' bro
Cause it's up now
Huh
What the fuck do you other niggas really want now
Huh
We ain't rock on no playground
Score no touchdown
Can't remember yo jitt days
My niggas back then only worried about bein' dawgs
It was never about bread plays
Don't talk to me about what we doin'
What we doin' now, niggas can't hang
I ain't finna pop out if you niggas gon' step out of the house and go act like the same lame
Lookin' down on these other new niggas like
Aw, yeah
Here he go again
All of my niggas masked up with a ski
Yo' niggas use beauty blends
Everybody blick came with conversion kits and a fat ass dick
Yo' niggas only brought they hands
Oh, y'all don't wanna rock now
We don't wanna dump out
Finna keep the paint in the can