Look (17, 17)
I told him I´ll blow this out
D-Roc, D-Roc
Look

Panamera convertible, still ain´t lookin´ like I´m richer
Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I´m out them trenches
Felon that still deal with copes, still gon´ send them fuckin´ hitters
Know I be on hella dope, still on drank to find my rhythm
Yeah, pussy niggas can´t still keep up with me
Yeah, he been killin´ shit, but still can´t fuck with me
Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire, but still gon´ shoot for free
Twelve can´t control me, no, I´m on dope, dope, dope

I don´t let shit go, I say, "No, no, no"
I just bought a brand new Glock and it ain´t come up out the store

If an opp try to block me off, I shoot this bitch right on the road
I keep drugs inside my body and won´t let ´em take my soul
Uh, uh, dope ass, nigga look like he selling dope, huh? (Ass)
Pistol totin´ ass nigga, keep that pole, huh (Keep that)
Check his swag, he act bad with these hoes, huh (With these, ah)
Killed that nigga ´bout that dissing, bet they know now
He wan´ just be like his cousin Meechy, real fuckin´ slime
He wan´ be just like that nigga Yeezy, he want Rolls, huh? (He want Rolls)
He just wan´ be real fuckin´ shiesty like his uncle, huh? (Like his unc´)

He just wan´ be real fuckin´ icey like he Santa son
He say he don´t wanna be nobody, he wanna be Lil Top (Be me)
He say he don´t give a fuck about it, just give him the guap (Nah, for real)
He say, "Y´all could make an album ´bout it, just don´t fuckin´ try"
Get the fuckin´ industry on your side, you still gon´ die

Panamera convertible, still ain´t lookin´ like I´m richer (Skrrt, skrrt)
Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I´m out them trenches
Felon that still deal with copes, still gon´ send them fuckin´ hitters
Know I be on hella dope, still on drank to find my rhythm

Yeah, pussy niggas can´t still keep up with me
Yeah, he been killin´ shit, but still can´t fuck with me
Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire, but still gon´ shoot for free
Twelve can´t control me, no, I´m on dope, dope, dope

I´m probably fuckin´ on yo´ ho (Fuckin´ on yo´)
No, they can´t control me, probably spit on that lil´ ho, yeah
Put me back in jail and I was still in there, on dope
Know that we don´t give no fuck, try splittin´ him on the road (Yeah, yeah)
That my bro
Who be out the window? Mike Amiri, know I put it on

Gon´ get killed if you don´t kill me and I know I made it known
I´ma flex on ´em, told the bitch, "Don´t call my phone"
Sent the blitz on ´em, run ´em down like bam, bam, bam
Don´t give a fuck ´bout who up here, we could shoot it down (Down)
Don´t give a fuck ´bout if you with it, you a part of the crowd, clown
You gon´ die while you up in here when that blicky make the sound
Probably catch me smokin´ loud, ridin´ ´round in a

Panamera convertible, still ain´t lookin´ like I´m richer
Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I´m out them trenches

Felon that still deal with copes, still gon´ send them fuckin´ hitters
Know I be on hella dope, still on drank to find my rhythm
Yeah, pussy ass niggas can´t still keep up with me
Yeah, he been killin´ shit, but still can´t fuck with me
Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire, but still gon´ shoot for free
Twelve can´t control me, no, I´m on dope, dope, dope