(Big Oz on the keyboard, nigga)
Ayy
Really havin’ paper, really lit
I ain’t trippin’ on your bitch, if I wanted her, then I’d take her
Really havin’ flavor, really like a player
Ain’t really into cuffin’ hoes, yeah, but I’ll slay her
Bag a load, send it up the road, I’ll make her
Havin’ dough, don’t care ’bout nothin’ old like Jamaica
Far from broke, I did a hundred shows, hundred rolls
Pull up solo, rockin’ all gold in the Rolls
Street nigga, so me and my bros talkin’ code
40K stacks, nothin’ in my pocket fold
Two doors like a buggy, it just stop and go
Did shit, can’t tell nobody nothin’, not a soul
100K, 500k, G Herbo money long
His kids’ kids gon’ be rich, G Herbo money grown
But it took years for this shit, it just ain’t come alone
The type of shit my cuz can’t know when I’m comin’ home
Remember goin’ to jail for bein’ in stolies (Stolen cars)
We got out and turned them handcuffs to Rollies
Bitch, I’m from the D, first island that I ever saw was Coney
Y’all know Scarface just a movie, but we sold more coke than Tony
First nigga ever snaked me was my brodie
I’m a real nigga, if he don’t like me, he probably owe me (Yeah)
Put you in an urn on the shelf like you a trophy
Say she like my chain, bitch, do you like it
Enough to blow me? (You like it that much?)
These Amiris fit me well, they 2K
All my haters broke, sleepin’ in the trap playin’ 2K (No cap)
You know we fuck with GTA because in real life, we relate
My niggas scared of animals, don’t come around us with no snakes (Man)
Get her out the club, Benz, crib, bed, take it, take it
Get that bag, send it, cash it, stash it, weigh it, break it, shake it
Get that money, count it, play with it, split it with gang, save it
Niggas play, find ’em, get up on ’em, head, face ’em, face ’em
I be stayin’ off police where I can’t afford to see no jail
They know I got it, so they gon’ be fuckin’, won’t give me no bail
That ain’t gon’ happen though, so let’s not even get deep in detail
In the D with 80K, in that 550, me and Cell, eighty-two 12
Yeah, any nigga oppin’ takin’ shells (Brrt)
Race toward us ’cause we was shoppin’ takin’ L’s (No bap)
Rappin’ and trappin’ almost stopped me from prevailin’
In the studio, but I was stoppin’, makin’ sales (Damn)
Fuck that paper up when all my partners went to jail (Ayy)
Anything under quarter million made bail (You know that)
Anything I say false, then you can intervene
Like how I used to walk with forty
Glocks and make them bitches sing (Baow)
And I really went up double digits, bitch, I live a dream (Facts)
Test me, don’t nobody move or I’ll make
This bitch sing (I’ll make this bitch sing)
Couple million on my jewels, been No Limit, fuck the rules
I was up a half a ticket while I never went to school (Yeah)
Remember I was hungry, broke, used to fry bologna
Really from the ‘Raq, first island that I saw was Stoney
Mama workin’ night shifts, I was stayin’ home lonely
Now I’m goin’ platinum, fuck it, I’ma buy OG a Rollie
I can kick it to you, but you gotta catch it like a goalie
If them people find that package, better not mention that you know me
Just be careful goin’ to get it, don’t forget you got a tag
Me and Herb get matchin’ ice case they forget we got the bag
Me and Baby Grizz got matchin’ chopsticks and Buffy glasses
And we let them bullets fly together, they got buddy passes
Delta when I’m solo, when my son with me, JET (Jet)
We went from EBT to AmEx’s, don’t play with me (No)
And you know how we vibe (You know how we—)
Doin’ the speed limit ’cause I’m ridin’ with it (I’m ridin’ with it)
Ain’t no slaps on the wrist or probation, we got priors (Nah)
They gon’ sit us down for some time (They gon’ sit us down)
You see that baddie with that AP in that Benz truck, that’s wifey
If you can’t afford the AMG, go get a Chrysler, nigga
Opps sayin’ that we better kill ’em, we been tryin’, nigga
Come outside, nigga, we just left
Y’all block, that shit was dry, nigga
(Big Oz on the keyboard, nigga)
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