Bad boy, bad boy, what you gon' do, what you gon' do when they're proud of you?

That's the way I sound, the way I sound, the way I walk, the way I walk, I'm tall.

I tell them watch close, nigga, jot notes.

If you use my approach, you could dock boats.

Yeah, you could get exposed to all that.

Girl, you know I'm hard to get a hold of.

Contact probably overseas if business owners know that.

Flights from Minnesota would then over a contract.

You see lame niggas gon' do lame shit.

How you flexin' when your crew ain't shit?

Nigga, you ain't shit.

Probably trick on something you ain't hit.

Tried to do me, but the shoe ain't fit.

And your juice ain't lit.

So tell them niggas not to break bread off.

You know spray lead off.

Take heads off.

Break gloves.

Take feds off.

You ain't never me.

Probably got the cadence fed off, but you're fake set off.

I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you.

I move by smooth.

Even keep the new spots to plot you.

I slide through back of the Maybach.

I do something 5 '2 or the fly do.

How are you?

I don't know you yet, but I'm trying to.

I lit your mind blue.

If you don't mind trying to climb through.

New portals of time.

Yeah, I think it's time to.

Never slip up.

One of the homies get picked up.

Sell all the whips and switch the cribs up.

Get my dicks up.

I'm earned made.

Black shades earned made.

The whole last one.

I went to a first phase.

Yeah, that's summer.

32 effortless bad boy shit.

And we won't stop because we can't stop.

B .I .G.

Brooklyn.

Yeah.

Daddy, New York.

Yeah.

Bad boy.

Bad boy.

Yeah.

Unstoppable.

Unstoppable.

Big blunts of grass.

Maybach on a dash.

40 karat gold Cartier on a glass.

Meet coach for shooters.

Painted the land cruisers.

My maneuvers sparking these little rumors.

Duffel bags.

Percocet.

The rulers.

Still the smoothest.

They're roughing up all the jewelers.

Danny Glover.

Up the pistol.

Pussies undercover.

Propositions and proposals.

Bring them on a double.

Raising.

Decaysing.

Depaysing.

Jailing.

That brain is amazing.

Top tier.

Egotistical and arrogant.

Skyscraper.

Kilo up in the cabinet.

For bad bitches who snort lines.

Fourth time.

You should pour mine.

Each coach.

Fat boy.

You be so braggadocious.

Half horses.

Manchester.

I'm on the ocean.

Feed my niggas.

I'm talking fishing grits.

Immigrants.

Came a long way up out the tenements.

Gunshots.

Hereditary.

Get your daddy buried.

Wait.

We'll march.

Got out of prison.

February.

Go game.

Menage a trois in my gold chain.

Bad boy.

Bugatti's in all four lanes.

Split.

Split.

Split.

Double leg crew shit with a thick bitch.

Niggas talking it but ain't living it.

Cristal top.

I'm sipping it.

Mob hats and lizard shit.

Data chunks, bitch.

Rolling blunts with the willy.

Yes, sir.

The willy.

Hitchling cock.

M1s and 9 lilies.

Stories like a motherfucker.

Model bitch is wondering if I'ma fuck with her.

She know I treat my bitches like Havana.

Ghostie and Gabana dripping.

Big popper.

Never slipping.

H -class diamonds.

Shining.

Zilla with wifey.

Wining.

Dining.

Smoking cigars in Bogota.

With Colombian niggas named Panama and Greek gang.

Game replay.

Life ending.

Bitches bending over with ease.

Four pair Moschino jeans and Donna Karen tank top.

I got your bank stock.

Singles on top.

Benjamins under the rest of them.

Advancing from duplex to mansion.

Stashing keys.

Hiding Gs overseas.

VCRs in my Vs.

Game elevates.

Money I make.

Get the stocks in real estate, bitch.

Jet skiing in the Caribbean.

White sand.

Discussing plans with my man.

Dark blue land.

Smoke tick.

Chrome rims in the system.

That leave my rear views trembling.

What you gonna do when poppa get your attitude?

Drop to your knees and show gratitude.

Kiss my ring.

It's a Frank White thing.

I stay potent.

Bitches devoted.

Take my dick and deep throw it.

You'll see.

You'll see.