Trust nobody, pull up wide body, money and respect, I´ll die ´bout it
Took losses, nigga, I done spilled lean, I ain´t cry about it, know I´m hard body ´Member back when it was 2017, 7:45, in front of Hardbody´s Stop a nigga bank, shootin´ .456, ain´t gotta go home, you know I got it Can´t stop at no red lights ´cause I´m ridin´ ´round in big wide body You can act like it ain´t nothin´, nigga, but about this paper, niggas die ´bout it She a freak, but she act shy ´bout it, nigga, 10-East got the line crawlin´ Ayy, pass me that right there, hand me that, hand me that Yeah, huh, I might go condo in London, switch up my style, switch up the vibe My nigga need candy, he come get water, he out, I make a bitch throw in the towel
My nigga just called me, he want a P and a half, it ain´t gon´ take me an hour, told him it´s good I´m finna pull up right on you as soon as I hop out the shower Just give me a knife, gotta bust open a white, this here ain´t no flow and this shit life My man´s want 50 pounds of za´ and two in the South Yeah, you ever went to the South, I´m burnin´ it down like NBA gym on fire The price of the brick goin´ up, when it be a drought, I learned all this shit from The Wire I took a few Ls, I´m learnin´ my lesson, these watches my only investment Louis Damier, yeah, this chess not checkers, let the vibes in, rope off the section, nigga Walk up in Louis, told ´em to give me the Jersey, I ball like a freshman, nigga
Really havin´ pull, feelin´ just like Jay Prince when I´m out in Texas, nigga Might buy a Bentley and paint that bitch army fatigued just ´cause I´m a veteran, nigga Two of my cars are half a million, can´t stop trappin´, in love with the feelin´ Walk in the club, it ain´t no sections in here, say, "Fuck it," we buyin´ the buildin´ I´m pullin´ right up, as long as I´m paid, the spot can be dead, I´ma make me a killin´ Soon as we walk in, hand us ones, the money gon´ go straight up to the ceilin´ Streets get cold, nigga, ain´t no love, fuck all that playin´, get straight to the bidness My goal was only ten thousand, the car that sit on 26 inches Now I hop out a G5 big-ass Benz with angels in it I just made me another ticket, no cap, nigga, how you livin´?
I could just wear me a rubber band on my wrist, and they think I´m weight dealin´ I just made me another ticket, no cap, how you livin´? I can rock a rubber band, but this a pack, I come from ´em trenches Stylin´ on niggas, I´m slayin´ they bitches, I peep how they look, I´m feelin´ the tension We up with trappers, really with gymnasts, go get it packed, they tell me to flip it You cryin´, complainin´, you broke, better fix it, we put it on our man´s whenever you whip it Boy, this shit serious, wrote that in the kitchen, me, G.T., and Peezy, the 76ers