[ Featuring Ketchy the Great, Ralfy the Plug ]
First off, why is niggas talkin' to me?
It's a K in the E-Type, so it got me walkin' funny
Why I do a drive-by when I can just walk up on him?
Beat his head in, all you saw was Bossanova
Switch the subject, these niggas be paid informants
A name for this money I'm countin' would be enormous
How I'ma play with you? You ain't even jumped off the porch yet
Next year, I'll for sure be on the Forbes List
Niggas be fans, outside every single court date
I wasn't me but she just itchin' for the foreplay
I be geekin' off these pills for like four days
Caught him lackin' with his kids, I shot like four babes
Now it's real what I spit in my songs, baby
You gon' die, I'ma live, it's a cold statement
Now it's real what I spit in my songs, baby
You gon' die, I'ma live, it's a cold statement, shh
Caught him up in traffic, had to kill him
He's a dancer, Skylark, I had to chip him
I'm a trophy, so I know you wanna get me
Save the captions on the 'Gram, it's no hard feelings
Caught him up in traffic, had to kill him
He's a dancer, Skylark, I had to chip him
I'm a trophy, so I know you wanna get me
Save the captions on the 'Gram, it's no hard feelings, bitch
He's a dancer, Skylark, I had to chip him
Save the captions on the 'Gram, it's no hard feelings
Get to clappin' at these niggas, they ain't even performin'
Chip a nigga then go to sleep and sip some Wock' in the mornin'
I pull up 4MATIC with four MACs in it, tryna score again
Exotic pack, I've been on trees, I'm an ornament
A thirty-piece in blues, smacked a nigga, then f*cked his bitch
PRP denim came equipped with a stick in it
I could see that hate in they eyes, they mad we winnin'
You can't see the pain in my eyes through these Cartier lenses
Heavy metal, rockin' shit, a nigga feel like John Lennon
I'm a God's giver with the cold devil at Sak's Fifth
Whoop a nigga with a store bag, they wanna hurt my 'fits
Walk a nigga down, he on the curb, hopped in the whip, then dipped
Caught him up in traffic, had to kill him
He's a dancer, Skylark, I had to chip him
I'm a trophy, so I know you wanna get me
Save the captions on the 'Gram, it's no hard feelings
Caught him up in traffic, had to kill him
He's a dancer, Skylark, I had to chip him
I'm a trophy, so I know you wanna get me
Save the captions on the 'Gram, it's no hard feelings, bitch
He's a dancer, Skylark, I had to chip him
Save the captions on the 'Gram, it's no hard feelings
I'm a trophy, so don't think about approachin' me
Diamonds hittin' hard, so everybody notice me
He a tap dancer, he be chillin' where the police be
Interrogation room, singin' like Jodeci
Nigga, you don't want that bitch, she belong to the streets
Nigga, don't tag me in yo' caption, we know we got beef
Nigga, you don't want that bitch, she belong to the streets
Nigga, don't tag me in yo' caption, we know we got beef, the Plug
Caught him up in traffic, had to kill him
He's a dancer, Skylark, I had to chip him
I'm a trophy, so I know you wanna get me
Save the captions on the 'Gram, it's no hard feelings
Caught him up in traffic, had to kill him
He's a dancer, Skylark, I had to chip him
I'm a trophy, so I know you wanna get me
Save the captions on the 'Gram, it's no hard feelings, bitch
He's a dancer, Skylark, I had to chip him
Save the captions on the 'Gram, it's no hard feelings
