[C Stunna, Luh Tyler, Wizz Havinn & BossMan DLow]
(Gentle Beatz)
Yeah, Stunna, nigga
Ski
(Dxnte, you snapped on this one)
Nigga, nigga, uh
Big Za
[Wizz Havinn]
I don't know Curtis Jackson, walked in with a fifty (Fifty-ball)
Uh, new stick with me, it came with some titties (It got titties on it)
I know I'm worth a ticket, still be in the trenches (I'm in the hood with it)
But I can't help the shit, it's just the way I'm livin' (Yeah, I'm good with it)
Real street nigga, I abide by the code (I live by that shit)
They put them cuffs on me, I got both my wrists froze (Carti)
Apply that pressure on your bitch, I know that she gon' go (She gon' fuck)
Po-po-pocket full of bread, stuff my shit up with a loaf (Loaf)
[Luh Tyler]
Ain't a nigga fuckin' with me, swear that's how I'm feelin'
Young nigga was sixteen, I made my first million (No cap)
Bad bitch and she a freak, she wanna have my children (Ugh)
Pockets full of straight cheese, bitch, I can buy the building (Yeah)
Talk that shit on any beat, I know these niggas feel me (I know they feel me)
Your bitch say that I'm the G.O.A.T., nigga, huh?
Your bitch say that I'm the G.O.A.T., might change my name to Billy (Name to Billy)
Hatin' on me, but you're broke, I swear these niggas silly (These niggas silly)
[BossMan DLow]
Huh, hey, that nigga silly, he ready to die about a bitch
Thirty-five hundred on a 'fit, fifteen hundred for some kicks (Nigga)
Huh, plug love me to death, I'm movin' them bitches quick (Yoom)
Seven hundred for a half, three-fifty for a Vick (Big Za)
Nigga, runnin' up this chicken, bitch, I'm 'bout my digits (Brrt)
One-twenty in a sixty (Yoom), nigga, this how I'm livin' (Nigga)
She say she ain't never fuck with a coke whipper (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Bitch, I'm Ray Charles, I don't see no nigga (Pussy nigga)
[L.O.E. Shimmy]
Uh, yeah, I'm up a hundred-plus off trappin', I can't give it up (On God)
I just wrapped the 2024, told DLow pick me up (I did)
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, now my neck twenty-plus (These niggas pissed me off)
Nigga, uh (Nigga)
Spent twenty-five just on my left wrist, cost a pretty penny (On God)
Better on her knees, get double C, won't buy my bitch no Fendi
I could teach you how to chase this chicken, pussy, I get plenty (Whip, whip)
Tryna skip the date, that pussy Easter pink just like Miss Piggy
[C Stunna]
What you mean I ain't that nigga? Better tighten up
I was really down bad broke, that jwett was my crutch, nigga, uh
I was in my hood on Fallen with a hundred-plus
Girl, you better chill out with that neck, what, you in a rush?
Just spent a thousand on these ugly shoes, I bought it for the name
Before you even think 'bout grillin' me, know it come with flames (Ayy)
Nigga, you could never rap this shit 'cause we don't live the same (Uh)
Blitzed her in the Bnb and made her take the walk of shame (Uh)
We gon' always go and get this money as long as they print it (Uh)
I can get them prices for the low, you know I'm the biggest
Uh, you know they say that money grow on trees, you play, you feel them switches
It ain't nothin' to go get suited up, you know I stand on business
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