They wanna know what it´s like to be a nigga like me I´m hoppin´ out of the V
I got about two or three foreigns, rich nigga, still put a nigga past a tree And this glizzy on the side of my waist, it´ll crop a nigga, still put a nigga on a tee Only nigga do a hit, sing love songs and still put a bitch on her knees
Yeah, this a new ´Vette, uh, I´m hoppin´ out with a TEC, uh Brodie done sent me a text, we get ´em cut like Gillette, uh, uh Shoot a nigga, got a couple shooters with me, they gon´ maneuver with me Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like two-fifty
My bitch look a lil´ foreign, but she just black and that pussy too crack
She know a nigga with the shits, I´ll send a nigga right off the map I gotta stick, still ride with a ghost gun Her friend bad, need both of ´em I know she tired of niggas ´cause none of these niggas ain´t got no motion Niggas be broke, I´m hoppin´ out when it´s smoke, .40 inside of my coat Hit a nigga, make ´em dead to the world, niggas be actin´ too woke I just might go like Lambo V12, black interior leather, I´m the G.O.A.T I just might throw on all of my jewels and a nigga be feelin´ like I´m on a boat, yeah Extension go, "Frrt," fifty-round mag´ but I´m pullin´ up 42 Dugg I might go Porshe frog-eyes, pullin´ up on a bad bitch in a bug Never been lame, nigga, I ain´t pulllin´ up on no bad bitch with no hug
Play with my money I feel like Big Worm, I´ll pull up on you ´bout a dub, yeah
They wanna know what it´s like to be a nigga like me I´m hoppin´ out of the V I got about two or three foreigns, rich nigga, still put a nigga past a tree And this glizzy on the side of my waist, it´ll crop a nigga, still put a nigga on a tee Only nigga do a hit, sing love songs and still put a bitch on her knees
Yeah, this a new ´Vette, uh, I´m hoppin´ out with a TEC, uh Brodie done sent me a text, we get ´em cut like Gillette, uh, uh Shoot a nigga, got a couple shooters with me, they gon´ maneuver with me
Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like two-fifty
Two phone, three phone, cuttin´ my ring off, I ain´t tryna hear what a bitch say Tryna beef with a nigga like me, we gon´ turn this bitch into blitz day She try to ask me what time it was, I don´t know but I hold up my wrist, ayy Wavin´ it left to right, and put my diamonds right in a bitch face I got Bottega all on my case, uh, nigga, my car is expensive Better look in the garage and look in my crib, none of my cars is rented I be ridin´ five percent with twenty on the windshield, my cars is tinted Make a nigga move out of his spot like I´m movin´ in and I´m the lieutenant, yeah
Who want smoke with the Ps? Got her throwin´ up Vs, she two times Florida bitch, she yell, "Glee," I´m about my green like I´m a crouton Yeah, she wanna fuck with a nigga, charge her for the dick, give her a coupon Yeah, I don´t trust not a soul, I´m fuckin´ a bitch and I got my shoes on (Yeah)
I told you last time it was my last time They tried to tell me that I was gon´ need you, that was the past time (Yeah) Killers might pull up inside of the ´Vette, uh, they be on bad time (Yeah) They just might rock you to bed and shoot at your head like it was just nap time
They wanna know what it´s like to be a nigga like me
I´m hoppin´ out of the V I got about two or three foreigns, rich nigga, still put a nigga past a tree And this glizzy on the side of my waist, it´ll crop a nigga, still put a nigga on a tee Only nigga do a hit, sing love songs and still put a bitch on her knees
Yeah, this a new ´Vette, uh, I´m hoppin´ out with a TEC, uh Brodie done sent me a text, we get ´em cut like Gillette, uh, uh Shoot a nigga, got a couple shooters with me, they gon´ maneuver with me Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like two-fifty