[Intro] Hundred round, kel-tec Bullets hard to digest, uh (gezin) Hundred round, kel-tec Bullets hard to digest, yes (808 mafia) (What up jake? What up chris? What up) Let's go (ayy) Hundred round, kel-tec Bullets hard to digest, yes Got my hand on her breasts You need to get somethin' off your chest, yes I'm in the gym, bowflex! Where I come from, the projects Vector with the big tits My family I will protect Mr. Miyagi, I chop it, I bag it, I sell it The studio, just like a trap house They master splinter, they rattin', they snitchin', they tellin' There's too many fakes on the real now Tellin' everybody that they got it on em right now Versace long sleeve cover up the light house I ride around like I live in the white house I remember, I was collecting quarters for white owls Came a long way alone Best part about it, I did it on my own I'ma go to London just to get some scones After that, let's roam in rome Uh, buzzin' off the percs Talkin' to God, drinkin' that syrup Feel like I could fly And just like that, we gone Out of there, like barry bonds Uh, d&g on, d&g on, d&g on, yeah Like a picture on the wall, Gucci my draws Double g on my groin', yeah D&g on, d&g on, d&g on, yeah Fuck it, I'ma flaunt, I'm gon' do what I want, yeah Yeah, sippin' that purple like prince, yeah I put all white on the whips, yeah Look like the pope in this bitch, yeah Roxy powder on my lip Look like we doin' dope in this bitch, yeah Got the throat from the bitch then it's over with Bitch, I stay fresh like a pack of deodorant Hundred round, kel-tec Bullets hard to digest, yes Got my hand on her breasts You need to get somethin' off your chest, yes I'm in the gym, bowflex! Where I come from, the projects Vector with the big tits My family I will protect Mr. Miyagi, I chop it, I bag it, I sell it The studio, just like a trap house They master splinter, they rattin', they snitchin', they tellin' There's too many fakes on the real now Tellin' everybody that they got it on em right now Versace long sleeve cover up the light house I ride around like I live in the white house I remember, I was collecting quarters for white owls Uh, mortal kombat with the aim, fatality shot (uh-huh) I know it's a lot of fuck niggas tryna come for my spot (uh-huh) I know it's a lot of fuck niggas that want what I got But you can't get it, I'm in the mix Pick up a gun, pick up a fist, bitch Talkin' that shit, gun wit a dick Hit a fuck nigga in his shit, uh Me not havin' money, don't make any sense If I go broke, I'ma hit a lick, uh Acupuncture with this thumper It's been through a lot of stick ups I've been through a lot of hiccups Why these fuck niggas on my dick, bruh? Uhm, I don't know why but It's probably 'cause I'm fly, over average guy I'm up in the sky, huh Everyday I get so high, problems to the side Demons I'ma fight them from a left right combo, tyson Ride through life with no license, ayy