Tom: B
Ebm
Raf Simmons cost me five slips
B
Dat Goyard bag another fire strip
Ebm
You in Detroit and see a Wraith, nigga that's my shit
B
Would of pushed Rico's shit back, I am not Mitch
Ebm
Helluva made this beat, baby
Gettin' money, why these niggas gettin' mad?
B
Jump off the plane with a couple of M's in the bag
Ebm
If anybody play with me, it's numbers on their head
B
We ain't gon' talk about it though, that's the end of that
[Verse 1]
Ebm
Trappin', I'm still into that, address, I can send you that
B
So if my label drop me, I can still look like I rap
Ebm
Know a couple of niggas livin' like they got platinum plaques (Aha)
B
All they doing is catchin' bags, sendin' out and sittin' back (aha)
Ebm
Rose Presi' on my wrist, I can afford that
B
Back in the day, I couldn't even look toward that
Ebm
When I was broke, I couldn't even look toward the bitch
B Abm
Now she suck my dick and don't say shit when I record the bitch (catch that)
Ebm
Been on the indictment list, tryna see the Forbes list
B
Went from playin' with joysticks to out in traffic blowin' sticks (Graa)
Ebm
When your fans gets your name tatted, then you know you lit
B
Stank from my cologne, I'ma fuck her if she snort the drip (aha)
Ebm
Promise my brother I'ma stack and get this paper right
B
But I'm spendin' 60k a month just on everyday life
Ebm
When you that bag, everybody wanna whirl it
B
Problems they got, they gon' call you like you 'caused 'em
Ebm
Fall up in the club, I can rain 'till it's morning
B
Start in every game 'cause at practice, I've been ballin' (swish)
Ebm
Heard a couple niggas wanna put me on my shit (what)
B
Tell 'em pull up with them sticks and let 'em hit, you better not miss, bitch
[Bridge]
Ebm
I know some Crips, know some TreeTops
B
Name good, I ain't never sold no re-rock
Ebm
All these colors in my chain like a peacock
B
I let that .40 slang 'till it decock
Ebm
Ridin' through my old hood, with some new money
B
Blue money, they that mad? Tell 'em do somethin'
Ebm
Got three Tennis chains, and like two Presi's
B
Three choppas, four Glocks, this shit too heavy
[Verse 2]
Ebm
Key to the pad, key to the Rolls, key to the bag
B
I got the key to the streets, don't get a key put on your ass
Ebm
When I do that, you know them niggas gon' knock you in half
B
Heavy cash load, got my back broke
Ebm
Bitches on the East, and on the West Coast
B
Sent me pics and videos, you can't get my passcode
Ebm
Ten up in the motor, got the hood broke
B
Bitch, don't get yo' head painted, you gon' look like Lil Boat (painted red)
Ebm
Ridin' through Atlanta with my nigga Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
B
Niggas trailin' us and you know what they good for
Ebm
'Bout to fly to Cali and look for that good dope
B
If you 'bout that life, then what you lookin' shook for?
Ebm B
Told my lil bro, I had to chase M's, .40 on me, all big face bills
Ebm
In the back of the Mulsanne, lettin' the space build
B
If the police flip me with this Glock, I'ma face ten
Ebm
I ain't supposed to be the shooter, I'm on top
B
But I still let it spray like it's 4 days into July
Ebm
I've been runnin' red light in my city, I know it's hot
B
I'd rather take the ticket, niggas want my top, it's so many opp's
[Outro]
Ebm
I know some Crips, know some TreeTops
B
Name good, I ain't never sold no re-rock
Ebm
All these colors in my chain like a peacock
B
I let that .40 slang 'till it decock
Ebm
Know some BD's, I know some gangsta's
B
Get outta line and they a spank ya
Ebm
Know some Pirus, know some head-bangers
B
Know some sex, money, murder niggas that'll paint ya
[Outro]
(Repeat till fade)
|Ebm |B
