(A-one, two, a-one, two three, go)
Brrr
Ayo, ayo
Ayo, my shooter hittin' everything rolling off the wet (ah)
Stressing in that cell, used to have to call collect
Now tassels on the celine leathers, I'm on a jet
I'ma land on that rec yard, steal sly out the stretch (ah)
Three-twenty a month, laps around the Sun
My shooter hummin': Ain't no sunshine, loading up a drum, uh
Everybody father, uh, coke in the agua, uh
Had to lay low, I had a bitch in cheektowaga, uh
At minimum, I had fifty suits in the locker, uh
Touch mine, stab you off adrenaline, proper
I'm from the eastside of hell, where the devil wear dolce
The mac clip don't stop (brrr), marni slippers all bozy
In the law library, you should've heard what black told me
Worthy pack ya shit up, pulled off in a rosey (skrr)
Thank God God chose me
The baddest bitch you ever seen, told her don't touch the pony
Super FLYGOD
Look, look (ah)
Pyrex vision kitchenware, I was whipping
Got my wrists, it's like I won the strongest man competition (ha-ha-ha)
Send the brodie on a sliding mission, all my oppositions (brr)
They talking tough, but they was not convincing, thirty shots'll rinse 'em (brr)
Just looked at my account, some more direct deposits hit it
Got my riches, still in my prime, but I just had to optimus it (cash)
I had some setbacks, but I remained optimistic, I'm out the trenches
Hot pockets, mystics, now it's lobster dishes (talk to 'em)
I know bodying these beats is what you know me for
All gold presi', but I got mines out the rollie store (ah)
Why you think the junkies always shooting like they kobe for? (huh)
Dope too strong, why you think they always od for? (woo)
I gave 'em a style, gave 'em a lane, that's what they owe me for (ha)
Put some homies on and gratitude they ain't show me at all (fuck them niggas though, bro)
Celine tote for my broad, margiela coat in the fall
Scatter brain open the jar, y'all niggas know who the God
Machine, bitch
