They say that I´m a clone, I´m not a human being (Well damn) ´Cause I can go numb and mute all my human feelings (Huh?) Got a murder on my belt, it´s holdin´ up my denim (It´s Gucci) I´m keepin´ the feds out my biz´, you tryna put ´em in ´em (Racks) You say you wanna square off, well, fuck it, square off (Well damn) Choppa knock ya hair off, it turned ya bare off (Brr) I pray my haters get Corona´, stop that coughin´ on me (Yeah) The last nigga ran up on me, in a coffin, homie (Damn) I know the feds listen to me, they my competition Couldn´t beat me fair and square, so they recruited snitches (You snitches)
Put ya homie in the ICU, he needed stitches Ya actin´ gangster, but deep down, ya know y´all really bitches (Pussy) I make it snowstorm, not a flurry, whip it in a hurry (Skrrt) They say I did it, I´m so rich, I still crank up the jury (Yeah) They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter jersey (Vince) Everybody broke, I coulda retired early thirty (Woo) Ran through like thirty million dollars in my early thirties (Huh?) I rep the 6 like Julius Erving, showtime like Sam Perkins (Wow) These bitches eatin´ these Percocets like they Boston Baked Beans (Wow) Somebody pinch him ´cause he tryna be me, it´s a dream (It´s Gucci)
[Big Scarr] Uh, used to sell dope at the schoolhouse, look at me now, I´m a rich fuckin´ dropout, yeah Perkys in my mouth, now I pop out, pull up on ya block, everybody get shot down, yup Cartier shine when the lights out, he don´t want the smoke, pussy nigga, better pipe down, uh Got his main bitch, he wanna fight now, hit it from the back with my Glock in a nightgown You know how that go, ain´t got shit for a bitch, I ain´t got shit for a ho New foreign coupe with the butterfly doors Made the bitch fly, see how fast we can go They hate that I made this shit happen, I slept on a pallet Post at the trap with the ratchet I used to fuck with them ratchets but now I blew up, yeah, all of my bitches the baddest
[Enchanting] I ain´t savin´ no ho, I´m a real-ass pimp Bands in my pocket, why I got a lil´ limp Bitch, I´m poppin´ like grease, see my name on a blimp (Go) Pourin´ out their heart, boy, these nigga be simp (Yeah) Pour a four in my Sprite, now I´m leanin´ (Huh) I face blunts back to back for no reason (Woo) Bitch it´s East Side, I know ´em, I´m bleedin´ (Yeah) Kush all in my lungs when I´m breathin´ (Mmm), damn I love a ho with a fat ass, boy, you a bitch wit´ yo´ rat ass (Go) You stalkin´ my shit wit´ yo mad ass Like Mike Jackson, do it, you badass
Step off in this bitch, it´s a light show (Bling) My diamonds hit without no lights though I love a thick bitch with no lipo (Ice) You hate me, your ho in my likes though You love on that ho, I would never (Damn) If she wanna ho, then I let her I might stress me a bitch, never press her All my guns, they come with a compressor Thirty-two lighters all on my dresser Testin´ me, I´ma get you together Bitch, I´m thuggin´ no matter the weather So Icy, we flockin´ together
[Key Glock] Yeah, fly like a bird, fuck what you heard, bitch, I been makin´ serves (Serves) Uh, big body swerve, I fucked up my Forgiato on the curve (The fuck?)
Yeah, codeine got me slurred, I´m drinkin´ too much, spilled this shit on my shirt (Uh) Yeah, I ball with no jersey, young nigga flexin´, young nigga, no splurgin´ (Swish) Uh, Lord, please have mercy, I got two bitches with me emergin´ (Yeah) Bitch, better go join the circus, who you think I is? I ain´t buyin´ no Birkin My mama is the only lady I get a purse for These Instagram bitches ain´t nothin´ but worrisome I´m ridin´ in a yellow Maybach, sippin´ purple And I got two straps on me, Glock, Urkel (Bah, bah) Yeah, what the fuck you mean, huh? (Fuck you mean?) Bitch, this a P.R.E., 1017, dream team, yeah (Bitch)
Bitch, I ball like Kareem, uh (Swish), and I´m ´bout my cream, yeah (´Bout my cream, uh) They say money talk well my diamonds do too and they sayin´, "Bling," nigga (So Icy), yeah