Steelo (feat. BC Jroc)

They know my steelo Trappin' eatin' hot cheetos In my pocket four kilos Get yo shit deebo'd My jewelry deep froze lord Walk in tear the booth up Ain't with no bitch scoot up My gas make you throw up My dough raise the roof up (Lord) Bought a money machine it from Syria I had to go shine out all my peers They tryin' to give me the Rico (huh) They need to make da weed legal (yeah) Always look out for your people (yeah) Balmain jeans these not Evisu You can't walk a mile in these Christian Loub' Ain't got shit to lose, ain't got shit to prove I got gas to move I never fuckin' snooze My niggas shoot the stick just like they shootin' hoops You wanna catch a hole don't make no sudden moves Got balls of octane It's steady comin' through Treat you like a deer niggas huntin' you Money the only thing made me comfortable Baby girl I can fall in love with you Poof be gone I done seen enough of you I brought scope where the fuck you runnin' to Sitting in the crib I'm steady havin' visions The amount of days I was cookin' in the kitchen Niggas penny pinchin' Niggas snakes they hissin' Say you got the loud let me see the picture Double decker time I'm bout to roll 2 swishers Never cross a nigga fuck it off a nigga All that broke talk you done lost me nigga Gotta keep these fuckin' hundreds off of me nigga I be puttin' robins in the coffin just like finna come and copy Rocking all my ice when I'm chilling in the lobby Berkin' 20k when I be going shopping Always In the trap I'm never club hoppin' They know my steelo Trappin' eatin' hot cheetos In my pocket four kilos Get yo shit deebo'd My jewelry deep froze lord Walk in tear the booth up Ain't with no bitch scoot up My gas make you throw up My dough raise the roof up (Lord) Bought a money machine it from Syria I had to go shine out all my peers They tryin' to give me the Rico (huh) They need to make da weed legal (yeah) Always look out for your people (yeah) Balmain jeans these not Evisu She like to suck it so deep throat Get your shit took call it repo Life is a game ain't no cheat code I see the fake through the peep hole I got the stick In my trench I fill you with holes like a fence She said she can't see through my tint We blowin' this money like vents She fell in love with the G-Code I pop a Perc I'm in beast mode I keep a shooter no free throw Can't waste my time with no freak hoes I'm tryin' to stack up my ends I'm deep in the water no fins This money keep tumblin' in These niggas'll fuck up your plans I fell in love with the streets But do I remember the beef When niggas couldn't even go to sleep Now cut on the lights you can see Yeah I'm on the block like a street pole Hiding a zip in my peacoat Niggas so scary won't see smoke We blow up your spot like a C4 They know my steelo Trappin' eatin' hot cheetos In my pocket four kilos Get yo shit deebo'd My jewelry deep froze lord Walk in tear the booth up Ain't with no bitch scoot up My gas make you throw up My dough raise the roof up (Lord) Bought a money machine it from, Syria I had to go shine out all my peers They tryin' to give me, the Rico (huh) They need to make da weed legal (yeah) Always look out for your, people (yeah) Balmain jeans these not Evisu (yeah)