Aha I swear, I don't bother nobody, man I'm just tryna get my bag up That's it, no? Look
Ayo, they gave my dog seven he got caught with his pistol, right? On JPay he sent a kite, like: It's alright I'm eatin' good, I'm in the yard just workin' out and gettin' right (I'm good) Just keep killin' them niggas like (Aha) You know, you 'possed to, nigga, live your life Walk in the bank, they greet me at the door "good mornin' mister Price" ("Hello") Don't like no friendly bitch don't want no miss polite (Hah) I listen to the shit that niggas hype, and it's aight But it was light They ain't ready to have no pen and pencil fight, that shit is like A Russian AK 47 goin' against a kitchen knife (Woo) The spookiest, suspenseful, right? (Woo) They view me in a different light (Woo) My jewelry do be hittin' bright No loose leaf when I spew these, who these niggas kiddin'? I'm like Kool G mixed with the heavy set guy from Bed-Stuy And Coogi spittin' with a mic Up the toolie and traffic won't let these niggas shoot me at the light I know they probably wanna shoot me out of spite (Ah) 'Cause I do this shit they like Don't let no groupie spend a night One chain is two-fifty a ice (Talk to 'em) Mhm-hm Yikes
I set fire to the lab when I dive in my bag These niggas be so entitled, it's sad Why you so mad? Why don't you apply that same energy to find you a bag? (Hahahahaha) It's stressin' me great, sendin' me to retirement fast It's some rap bitches that I still got my eye on to smash Don't wire me the backends just give me mine all in cash (Fuck my backend) You gotta watch how you talk to me (Aha) We firemen, we handle smoke accordingly (Brrt) And my opinion if we keepin' it all the way sixty plus a fourty piece The G. O. A. T. rapper, Mount Rushmore should be resculptured with four of me (Hahahaha) And niggas know who got shit in a figure four My women is bitches goals (Hah) Extensions on niggas' poles if it's tension I get it go (Doot-doot-doot-doot) We spend it, finish the mission, then we get low (Rrat) Niggas with me steppers (Hah) , they know the code You play your role, even if it kills you I'm redder than Heath Ledger (Talk to 'em) I woke up in Athens, the Greek breakfast Three naked bitches lay on my bed, my sheets wet (Hah) Machine piece letters together then I receive cheddar (Huh?) Why you fuck niggas don't eat ever? (Y'all still broke?) But me, I just want the money (Yeah)
[?] 1s and 2s Let's keep it okay, whatever it is, we standin' on that Brrt (Brrt, grrt) (We out here, we out here) Mayblock, nigga Show 'em motherfuckin' two times, man Rest in peace Prick We gettin' money, Drumwork in the motherfucker (We ain't playin' with y'all) Yeah, yeah Rest in peace to the G's, Mayblock, nigga Who's that? I'm tellin' y'all, man, we not playin' with you, 2024 It's about standin' on that shit I ain't got time to play with 'em [?] Rest in peace Prick, I love you, big bro We standin' on all business Let's get to that most high (Drumwork, nigga)
Compositores: Corey Jaleel Stanfield, Demond Price (Conway), Eliot Peter Phillip Dubock (Beat Butcha) ECAD: Obra #44833925