Yeah, I whip the block counterclockwise Baking soda make the product in the pot rise A fuck nigga, I despise, I let a shot fly And push the nigga's shit lopside, yeah Push the Bugatti like Speed Racer driving mach 5 How I ain't in your niggas top five? When it comes to this grimy shit, I'm the top guy (I'm that nigga) And I don't even jot lines (I don't be writin' this shit, nigga) Fifteen hundred for a Spade up in One Oak (That's just one bottle) Threw ten thousand, that's just one stroke (Uh-huh) Lay a nigga down if he want smoke (What's poppin', nigga?) Stackin' my bread, ain't tryna die and leave my son broke I'm that nigga if you haven't heard Hit 'em with a bullet from the MAC, it burns Burberry trench, I just had to splurge (You see me, baby) Richest nigga in my city, nigga, that's my word, word
Yeah, fuck the fed cops, free the niggas that the feds locked Wig out your head top, hollow head, lead pop Tear drops tatted on my shooter's face, dreadlock Shoot you where you stand, that's your motherfuckin' bed spot Haulin' that shit, drive-bys playin' real cops Youngin on the backseat shootin' 'til I say stop Machine got this rap shit in a headlock, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
