I get high as f*ck
Then pull out some lean
Like a double up
That boy think he tough
We send to the sky
My shooters shoot from deep
We got all lit
These niggas chase the fame
But really be lame
We up in different lanes
Don't really want the fake
Let's get these more bands
And I might cop a Benz
Won't switch up on my friends
My ass will stay the same
Yeah, she in love with my style, she in love with my cake
(Wooo)
My Margiela jeans fitted, she f*ckin' with my image
Yeah, my toolie get to rippin
He leakin' blood, but he grippin' Got this bag, so I'ma spend it
Spent a bag on Balenciaga and some Prada
Yeah, I made a profit off sellin' designer products
That lil' boy, he walk up, I don't know why he toss up
He can get this chopper, yeah, I'm a rockstar
Yeah, get, get, get up out the chopper
Slippin' around all the day like a llama
All these niggas be cop a bomber
I'm finna blow it up, be like Osama
Finna hop up in that Vette
You wanna f*ck with me cause I'm on Xanax
Since you like her, now we got facts
And the S.I.T. on cash
Ay watch your six, turn around and shoot this bitch
Yeah, I'm big on this market, thinkin' and gettin' rich
Off the drugs, all the shit
I might drug binge
Yeah off this shit, off this shit, I might drug her
What you mean?
Walking round' with a f*cking beam?
I'm just as mean, riding round' in the front seat
Bust your knees!
I might shoot from afar