Look, ice on my wrist
Dirty Sprite in the zip
This b#tch like my kicks
She wanna get hit
His b#tch on my dick
He mad as a b#tch
But he won’t do sh#t
Or else he getting a clip, woah
I keep a strap in the whip
You catch a shot in the hip
And you scared to come back on your strip
Or else we put a tax on your sh#t, woah
I keep a strap in the whip
You catch a shot in the hip
And you scared to come back on your strip
Or else we put a tax on your sh#t
Look, I cop a new Bugatti for the few who got me
Killing beats is a ruthless hobby
You say your shooters copy, never do it sloppy
Drum a kit like they do karate
I be the first never lied in rap
I am a great, no denying that
I spit the higher than fire tracks
I can’t wait to blow up and they say he inquire racks
I switch a style and make it easy
I changed my friends ’cause they was greedy
I’m making money, they pay to meet me
I give a f#ck if a hater scheming
I gotta grind to make every dollar
My money stronger than Larry Lobster
I work with magic, that Harry Potter
You n#gg#s scary, they bury yoppas
That money all on my mind
Never stolen with time but I ball like LeBron
Labels calling my line but I never answered
Diesel jeans
Bad hoes get to belly dancing
Stealing styles get you reprimanded
Screaming rest in peace, it’s forever branded
Had to kill the beat causing hella damage, like woah
n#gg#s would say I’m the hottest topic
What’s on my mind is a lot of profit
Never sold dope til I got to college
This is not me, man, I gotta stop it
Hit my bro ’cause he got the loud
Stack up them pennies, no Oscar Proud
You smoking dutches, you out of style
Bro keep attacking, that’s not a foul
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