(Is this a hook, Tyler?)
(Hi, Toscani, haha)
Calling card on the gates, calling card
(I love, you Finessegod)
If you don't know what money look like, look at me
Got on all my jewelry, Chrome Heart jeans and a all black tee
Lame nigga, step out, this some gang business
On the freeway with Wockhardt, I be lane switchin'
In my city, I'm a legend went from rag to riches
Broke niggas hate my group 'cause we bag they bitches
Ridin' 'round with your bitch, with my chain swinging
Brodie finna crash out, I told him, "Stay dangerous"
I'm pourin' up a frosty creams, you don't pour in that
Pour your lean inside a Sprite, mine don't go in that
You can't with R-Threezy 'cause it's solders only
If I can't find where you hide at, I'ma smoke your homie
If you see me chuckin' Cs, that's the gang-gang
You with us or you with them, and nigga, don't change
I sip codeine every day, it's a lifestyle
If you wanna leave out with your life, you better pipe down
You know the gang in this bitch, shred shit to pieces
Brodie paint shit with that chopper, he Mona Lisa
So much lean in my cup, I don't know what I pour
I make them bowls touch down, I be first and go
Chop a brick inside the trap, I'm a sensei
Baby fuckin' with a baller, gettin' her rent paid
Finna buy my bitch some jewelry, I'm just in the mood
Laughing at niggas with they pistol, like who you finna shoot?
If you don't know what money look like, look at me
Got on all my jewelry, Chrome Heart jeans and a all black tee
Lame nigga, step out, this some gang business
On the freeway with Wockhardt, I be lane switchin'
In my city, I'm a legend went from rag to riches
Broke niggas hate my group 'cause we bag they bitches
Ridin' 'round with your bitch, with my chain swinging
Brodie finna crash out, I told him, "Stay dangerous"
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