Oh this a hit
With no words on it
I got on two chains but no I ain't Tity Boi
I'm dream chasin' but I ain't from Philly boy
b***h she said that I can get it boy
This a hit and I'm a make a n***a feel it boy
My flow on range my swag's insane
And my campaign on ten I like the b***h
She down to f**k but I'm really into her friend
House up on the hill got it off
Aventador Lamborghini condo off of Biscayne
b***h I'm in my lane fresh as hell no stains
Robert jeans with the stones Giuseppe man's my chain
I'm different I was built for this my b***h only rock Tiffany
You rat you'll sing a symphony
And I'm back city been missing me
My watch silly my clock ignorant
And I'm the king of my city
I'm banned up and I ain't in a band
But my flow just like an instrument
Bass feel that yellow tape of the trizack
Hating is a disease p***y where they do that
L A Reid cut the check for me
King shit and you know what it is
Shawty smell like a pound of that loud
But a n***a look like a hundred mill
But I drive Ferrari f**k the motherf**kin dealer
Pay 10 million for a mansion that worth more than your opinion
I got racks all in my cargo pants
Standard clip with that hollow man yo' b***h ass
If yo b***h bad she get f**ked fast ain't no romance
My diamond dancing in 3D n***a
Like a bank strip when you see me n***a
Your money wrong and my money long
And I'm playing with it like PE n***a
Real n***a no joke don't think there n***a no ho
I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round drum
In the carpet up under my car
And n***a I don't wanna smoke your weed
Plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I gotta thank God for the niggas off Bankhead
Shawty they taught me everything I know
Like how to whip it cook it cut it deal it
Hand it to your partner
Let him flood through the city
Really we bout that action
You try us and we blastin'
We turnt to the max that's a motherf**king fact
I'm a real n***a f**k these rappers
Door up doors down
When I'm in the club b***h it's going down
Shawty think it f**ked hand down hands up pants down
Down down shawty f**kin head down
I see my phone blowing up I know it's going down
Once I busted at the rapper then it hit the town
Check the numbers in the city boy it going down
This that dope boy academy
Them three letters been after me Who
The F B I ever catchin me
My family my witness a tragedy
Shorty open her legs up happily
I ball hard like an athlete
Young black n***a in a big white phantom
n***a I look like a referee n***a
They blowing the whistle they telling
I do the clam I'm chilling
This b***h turned up making rain
When I'm in the club you yellin
They talk about these
Bentley's that I'm gettin on the daily
One feet in the game and one feet out
Swear I barely made it
I'm a real n***a till the death of me
Never sing a song like a parakeet
50 bandz in my pocket
Just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin money like a motherf**kin Brinks trunk
Standing in the kitchen n***a trying to build a brick up uh
