You're talking to the Rolex wearing
Diamond ring wearing
Kiss stealing, woo
Wheeling dealing
Limousine riding
Jet Flying, son of a gun
And I'm having a hard time holding these alligators down, woo
(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)
Frr, frr (Ooh, ooh)
Ooh
Ooh, ooh
I just saved gangsta hip hop, nigga, everybody back on one accord
Ooh, ooh
Just spent a thousand on some flip flops, nigga, imagine what I spend on them swords (Ooh)
They just broguht that gangsta out me, I been tryna chill
But these bitch ass niggas playin' on the internet, what it ain't or is
Who the fuck puttin' the police in it?
Who the fuck puttin' they mama in it? (Nigga)
So when a bitch ass nigga drop, make sure you tell the police what it ain't is
I'm tired of hearin' rumors, nigga (Ooh)
Tired of hearin' pussy sayin' what they gon' do when I hit the crib
Fuckin' right I'm slidin' bulleproof, fuckin' right I'm stayin' in touch with my troops
'Cause they ain't just no yes man, they gon' tell me how they feel
Detective say I'm puttin' money on niggas' hats
I wonder who told him that, these niggas the fuckin' police for real (Ouhhhh)
This shit get scary, foxs how you find that out?
'Cause I had a bond with killers before the M's (Ooh)
It's like, this shit be like, it's like this shit be fun on the internet but
When this shit get serious like, it's like, nigga get to, you know, doin' this and this when it get for real (Ooh)
My mama know what's up with me, niggas think before they play with me
I just met Dro a year ago, but he know what's up with me
Rod Wave say "Fatt fox, save your money"
I talked to Gotti he said "Two hundred percent of this shit", Wham say "Leave the streets"
I talked to Jook, he say "Keep hustlin", DaBaby say "Keep grindin"
I talked to Spit, he say "Keep yo' faith for me" (Yeah)
That nigga don't want beef, he ain't worth it, CMGB
And Durk hit me sometimes like "Fox you belt to ass with these beats" (Ouhhhh)
Any nigga play, they got it, these niggas be p-
These niggas be pissin' me off, so what I be finna say on the 'gram, I say on these beats (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
That's how the foxes handle the switches when they creep, nigga
I'm like forty six thousands, two shows (Ssss)
And I counted by my hand, 'cause I like my money real neat
I ain't come fixin' this shit to play with these rappers
I ain't finna start no new beef, I'll go back home, 'cause my whole city want me six feet
Niggas, niggas know what I got my trust in
When I got the (Frr) nigga
When I got the (Frr), SRT truck, what I pull up in
I ain't risk goin' live, yellin', nigga, hollerin' at my screen
'Cause I really got some man that will drop you and pick up ten (Ooh)
Maybach, two hundred, just for the summer
One point one for the new house, nigga
That's a fuckin' million cash for my fuckin' mama
Six bedrooms, I got kitchen with me, nigga (Psh)
And I been rockin' the shit out that blue, 'cause I'm puttin' up blue hundreds for the summer (Psh)
Stop cashin' out on them cars, stop buyin' them high-end clothes
Put that money up, word from my mama
And you know your son got you
We came from shit, that's why she started fuckin' cryin' when I showed her six hundred
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