Condo out the way, when winter hit I´m finna migrate (Brrrt) My plays, my way, my chains, my pape´, my apes, my drank You wish that you was me, don´t you? Fly way the highway, pint help me hydrate Got the game on lock, a hunnid M´s, I got the key for you
You ain´t a stacker, you got zero like Hector Zeroni (Shit) Clip glued to my pelvis, I step into Coney (Brrt) Lil´ brodie Kenny Smith, how he jet in the stoley (Skrrt) Olympian, shit, how I´m feeling, my necklace a trophy VVs got my chilly, shit, I caught the sniffles J. Crawford, score a four off the dribble
In that Bat Mobile, we spinned the block, they tryna solve the riddle (What?) Too official, all I´m missing is a ball and whistle Shit, I´m speeding in the Demon, it´s not a Camaro Living like the mob, Goodfellas, I´m Robert Di Nero (The boss) Rocking all this gold, I´m on top like a Pharaoh Pull up to the spot to get some gas, this is not the Valero When I´m rocking apparel, Yohji Yamamoto, boy I be dropping dineros Robbing through the hood, you might get shot with an arrow I was Prada´d up, double strapped, you was rocking some Aero (Yeah, yeah)
My plays, my weight, my chains, my pape´, my apes, my drank You wish that you me, don´t you? Fly way the highway, pint help me hydrate Got the game on lock, a hunnid M´s, I got the key for you
I´ma give it all I got till I drop Fell asleep half way, couldn´t even kill my pop Boy, this bitch filled with Wock´ Gloves on, fill the chop It could be ten years, bitch, you know you still a opp Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha Look, bitch Spikes on the Loubs look like a porcupine
Feel like D. Mitch, flying ´round with the .45 Two in the half pints, we poured up like forty lines Amphetamines, opioids Catch him riding luxury and get his Rolls-Royce destroyed We gon´ park his shit Out in Troy with a sixty on a Neiman Marcus trip Shit, voices in my head, I feel like Randy Orton Probably ´cause I´m off a ten, but brodie off the Xannies snoring
Bitch, I had a status before Tom added my MySpace Condo out the way, when winter hit I´m finna migrate (Brrrt) My plays, my way, my chains, my pape´, my apes, my drank You wish that you was me, don´t you?
Fly way the highway, pint help me hydrate Got the game on lock, a hunnid M´s, I got the key for you
Tripping on the road Interview to a show, switching out my clothes You asked the plug for twenty bags, I´m digging out the ´bow Carties with the pointers, I got boogers dripping off my nose Let me know, I´ll flick that switch and get up in that mode All these vanillas on me, feeling gifted in the store Road runner, first dub, I did it in the O Need a jersey that say "Maravich", how I pistol tote
Why the fuck he didn´t shoot? I think his pistol broke Jordan every time I drop, bitch, I´m 6-0 Bitch, I been the GOAT
My plays, my way, my chains, my pape´, my apes, my drank You wish that you me, don´t you?