[ Featuring Gunplay ]
Yeah, yeah
La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da
(La Música de Harry Fraud)
Yeah
This shit so real you can feel it
Nigga the game so heavy it could kill you if you tried to lift it
We come up with new formulas, haters try to steal 'em
Press conferences revealin' all our latest dealings
Hurt they feelings
Rubbin' there eyes squintin'
They don't want to see us get to the millions (yeah)
But we did it, f*ck them niggas
We cashed us and f*ck they bitches
Got a sketch pad full of pictures and images I created with colored pencils
My lyrics is just that vivid
Wouldn't spit it 'less I lived it
The baddest women drownin' in Cliqout, in the backyard tongue kissin'
I'm really from that shit
We really run this shit, but we done it with humbleness
Hitters'll flip your light switch if you was to ever to come for this
Hitters'll flip your light switch if you was to ever to come for this
Rolls Royce in the driveway with a Bentley parked in front of it
Copped 'em both, I couldn't decide which one to get (yeah)
Hitters'll flip your light switch if you was to ever to come for this
Eastside
Pour the Remy, sip, finally went legit
No more countertops, we done with blocks and counterfeits
Still down to up the hand and down a bitch
Fantasizin' 'bout a zip of brown that'll bounce and flip and turn to six
The romodels cold blooded old time hitter
Either in the feds, dead, or still ridin' with us
Trappin' out of three ho kitchens while these bitches ego trippin'
Still dress in black and leave no witness
Give me more than one, a kilo missin'
We been on the run, still on my C-note mission
Got a bolo on my Polo out for three whole districts
Came home and I ain't hear no whispers
Lil' top while the top is off
She call me crazy tongue, say I'm her type of soft
Them lights is off only when my ice is off
Popped her pussy for me after I popped the prices off
