Yeah, mm-hm Look, uh-huh I catch a rat, back out my gat and smack him right in his kufi The Jakes be interviewing niggas like Vlad do with Boosie I'm Gucci, never had much, just my pen and my loosie (Uh-huh) Used to shop at GAP, now I rock Emilio Pucci I graduated from the block, wasn't no cap or no gowns Clip hold thirty-two, Karl-Anthony Towns Kick in the door then up the pole to make you get on the ground My dawg said he needed food, he had the licks for the brown Fly out to Cali for the packs to get 'em shipped to the town I told a ho to join the circus 'cause these bitches is clowns It ain't tricking if you got it, so I told her to shop But before you get this pape', you gotta give me some top She the type to get up on you then she send me the drop Free bro, he got more years than a millennium got, game Cherry bomb Bentley, Terry cloth Fendi (Uh huh) My bitch a ten piece, pussy strawberry scent-ly (Woo!) You see how I'm doing these shows, having shit in a frenzy Putting on, my niggas locked up, sentences lengthy (Free my niggas) Watch how much money the tour bring us (Uh huh) Neck crazy on some Busta shit, the cuban link four fingers (Hahaha, nigga) And the bracelet match Leaving the Hard Rock racing backs, you niggas can't relate to that (Cap) Conductor made the batch, I couldn't wait to snap (Uh huh) Tell 'em it's getting spooky, nigga, Jason back (Machine, nigga) Chefing in hell's kitchen, where my apron at? Air baking max, max popping like bacon fat Bag coming in, big bag coming in (It's coming in) I want all my niggas to win, facts Maybach truck, the dashboard look like a spaceship Count the million dollars, cash, got me stuck in the matrix Had to give 'em closed casket, draco give 'em a facelift Like a nigga broke his head, we ain't nothing to play with Maybach truck, the dashboard look like a spaceship (Conductor) Count the million dollars, cash, got me stuck in the matrix Had to give 'em closed casket, draco give 'em a facelift Like a nigga broke his head, we ain't nothing to play with, nigga