4G's on the limo, we got cameras on the banner
Forges on the limo, we got cameras on the bando.
Batsy, the other phantom, just a module like Sopranos.
I just like to count up.
We have ops and I bought ammo.
We got gloss and you get popped like a gamble.
Pull the proof, make back, chop on the seat.
Top of life, Ajax, cleaning up the streets.
If you smoke, get your pay back and keep it in the streets.
Diamond big old carriage making buzz, bunny three.
Mango having rest, I put my cuz on the team.
R.I.P.
to Pistol, we was doves on the scene.
Blood, sweat, and tears, I've been grinding shit for years.
I'd impart another pill, I'm trying to keep my temper chill.
Put that money to my ear, cause only rest is what I hear.
Only God is who I fear, and I need equity in deals.
P.J.
flyin' in the G5 Thinkin' bout the shit I'ma do with the money when I was knee-high She get serious T.I.
When my nigga killed, cause he took a nigga three-five.
Investing all my bills, I was trying to get off the north side.
I ain't told no lie, I been having four-fives.
Go look up my route, she should be proud of me, I slow down.
Bulletproof the president, you never know it go down.
Living in the family, mama told me need to slow down.
Orders on the limo, we got cameras on the bando.
Backseat of the Phantom, just a mod, just like Sopranos Hot just like a candle, we had opps and I bought ammo
We got Glocks and you get popped, life a gamble.
Bulletproof, made bad, chop on the seat.
Top of life, Ajax, cleaning up the streets.
If you smoke, get your pay back and keep it in the streets.
Make out with the Jerko, making love when you bleed.
Diamond big old carriage making buzz, money free.
Man gonna have him rest, I put my cuz on the team.
R.I.P.
to Pista, where was Doves on the scene?
Yeah.
Took a test appeal.
I'm up like fuck I need the restroom I know all these hoes wanna fuck cuz I got sex appeal I gotta keep a pole in it
truck in case i gotta kill a different way home when i cut they know i got a meal catch me outside i'm on my doctor field heard you got a crib in your song but what you got for real sleep where i own love bro i got expensive bills
I be spendin' so damn much that my accountant lose account I got bitches on my dick that tryna fuck with me
I need backing for I walk up in his club or bitch.
I'm out too much jury in my room I'm just gonna fuck her on my couch.
I'm that nigga.
I'm that nigga.
I'm that nigga.
Yeah, I know why my ex be speaking
on me cuz she know that I'm the GOAT I'll be high but just off weed these LA bitches be on coke I'll be moving with security
But still I wanna talk I'ma benefit the people that don't fuck with me for me Tryna sneak into my circle then they think that I don't peep But that Lamborghini, yeah, that bitch faster than that Jeep I make plays that last forever, I make money in my sleep
Niggas think shit's sweet because the internet.
Beefing over interviews for streams can't get internet.
Niggas really pussy when they see it.
See me, you ain't none of that.
Niggas out here feeding for my bitch, but you ain't touching that.
I just came from Vegas, I just lost another
At Beyonce party, I just chopped it up with Jizzy.
Niggas say you switched it, but I didn't.
I'm just busy.
Looking at these diamonds way too long gonna make me dizzy
