I see a risk? I take it I take a sip, I´m dranking (I take it) Bitch, I´m flier than a Martian, it´s only right I play the spaceship
Summertime I´m in the Nike mask ‘cause, bitch, I´m famous Roll it up then pour it up, I´m selfish, shit, I´m facing You can´t keep it a hunnid? Bye-bye ‘cause, shit, I´m Franklin Million dollar dinner plate on the table, the shit I´m craving Shit, these bullets hot, he cooked with Cajun Off a quarter of the Fortune Cookie, in here looking Asian You was open, let him in yo head thinking you shouldn´t take it
That shot? You could´ve made it
I see a risk and take it I take a sip, I´m dranking (I see a risk and take it I take a sip, I´m dranking) Bitch, I´m flier than a Martian, it´s only right I play the spaceship (Bitch, I´m flier than a Martian, it´s only right I play the spaceship)
Buying Number (N)ine when I´m spraying fragrance I know skimmers, I know scammers hacking databases If he don´t speak no Guapanese then that shit ain´t my language Heard you Dead by Daying, heard you play by playing
Not me
Bitch, I been that guy You got a couple laps to run, I´m at the finish line Said that money grow on trees? You seen a pig that fly? I was on that double up shit, now I triple mine´s Bitch, I´m sipping on a Wock´ pop in a droptop Grab the Striker from the chop shop, rock the opps´ block Was at the bottom, it was ha-ha, we on top now Line wrapped around the block, I dropped it in a Crockpot Bitch, I Glock tote and I crack rock Pull up like the SWAT, not SoFaygo, we not gon´ knock-knock
Mini Draco give him a halo or make him Hopscotch I used to be up in the crowd, I´m who they watch now Look at my watch now If I die by the gun then I went out like Tony Said he need them in three? Tell him, “Pull up by Coney” Every day, everything, my whole life trophies It ain´t ‘018, we don´t go and ride stollies
Vanilla buffs, chocolate tint like a sundae Lava underneath my fucking feet, where´s the runway? Bible on the dash, shit, the ‘Hawk ready for gunplay Looking back at time like I knew I´d do it someday Thinking ‘bout the grind like I knew I´d do it some way
What´s yo iOS? Yo life need a update I was pulling hair to stack a ten, now that shit chump change Boss meeting, pull up a chair if you got something to say I ain´t top ten, I ain´t top five I ain´t top three but, bitch, I´m top two And I am not two Bitch, you know the vibes Wyoming king, push a button just to close the blinds I can clap and turn the lights off All this cheese, I think I´m finna get the mice caught Ten assists to the gang, I´m getting dimes off Cuddy play a dirty game like fuck what the fines cost Tryna clean it up, the spot smell like Pine-Sol
Spot a opp and let it go, like some Lysol Aventador and the ‘Ghini when I drive off Push up out me out in traffic? That´s a life lost We out the window with it If Tron stepping out, just know them killers with them He ain´t gang? We can´t hang, I ain´t chilling with him