Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ay, my heroes weren't Batman and Superman and Spiderman, bro
I had some different type of heroes, my nigga
Let's talk about 'em
All my idols on the motherfucking fed list
All my opps on the motherfucking dead list (R.I.P. 'em)
If I pick my money up, I might as well deaD lift
Caught your brother on a killer, now he dead, bitch
P.S.A. to all these niggas, y'all can't fuck with me (Y'all can't fuck with me)
When we chilling, bitch, don't bring no niggas up to me
Ay, I'm in the Bay but I'm on Texas
Yeah, I send that backend, catch it
She hit me like, "Why, you ain't answer?"
'Cause I'm with my bitch, ho, text me
These Gabbana, these ain't no Margiellas
When she with me, that's when she get the wettest
Styrofoam cup and that's Codeine infested
Drinkin' the syrup like I'm under the weather (Ooh, ooh)
I put you niggas on, give me my credit (Ooh, ooh)
Condo in LA, it's gettin' developed (Ooh, ooh)
She woke up, she ate me for breakfast (Ooh, ooh)
Boy, who you talking to? Don't get embarrassed
We can get far from all that Gucci in Paris
You won't see this in no stores, the rarest
Don't make us get on that car, we gon' air it
We live by that gang, and that beef, we inherit
Ooh, ooh, them niggas robbed you because you let 'em
Ooh, ooh, I got twenty choppas, I feel like Tim Harris
My shit authentic, their shit generic
I'm the founder, I'm not your chairman
Don't play with the Boogieman, shit'll get scary
And I'ma be quiet like this a library
I send them killers to get 'em, I flip 'em
When they pull up, you know they gon' rip 'em
Soon as he gone, his niggas gon' miss him
After a month, them boys gon' forget him
Ay, if he got bitches, they better kiss him (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Ay, 'cause this' they last lil' couple days with him
I go throw with that K in a Sprinter
Put on my jewelry, it feel like the winter
Bitch, I'm a boss, refer to me as mister
Get it from the bank, printer down, I'ma kill him
My bitch bad, don't need no filter
Every time I hit her gotta leave kids in her
Chanel boy bag, gotta get in my Floyd bag
At the clearport, on jets where we deploy at (Deploy)
At the traphouse, that's where I was employed at (Employed)
But I don't glorify that life, I didn't enjoy that
But I don't glorify that life, I didn't enjoy that
But I don't glorify that life (I don't glorify that life)
No, I don't glorify that life (No, I don't glorify that life)
We at the clearport, got a flight (We at the clearport, got a flight)
We at the clearport, got a flight (We at the clearport, got a flight)
We at the clearport, got a flight
And I don't glorify that life
We at the clearport, got a flight
At the clearport, got a flight
I should be there, nigga, tonight
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