Best of Both (feat. Zee stack)

(NMT)

I been fuckin' with Zee Stack since "No Days Off"

I got hitters in my pocket, leave your rotate off

Tell me why they only hate when it don't make guap?

I'm in the cut, then I leave, bro, I don't stay long

I ain't the type to flex with the next guy's phone

You could chef me if you catch me with an SI stone (Stone VVS)

If I give bro a PGP, he needs to see profit

Told him send me nine bills to my BTC wallet (Take my ID)

Presidential timepiece (Presi'), whippin' up a nine-piece

Chillin', eatin' Chinese, pinky ring like five G's (Five racks)

Brizzy twenty-five G's, I know that this life's peak

I just wanna find peace, limo tint my ride please (Limo tint)

Don't know who I might see, kiddies on the side street

I see people change up (I did), shit, just had my brain fucked

I ain't never chain tucked (Never), workin' shit, this ain't luck

Fall out, then we make up, see me get my cake up

Hittin' vics with no collar, mad at me, I won't call her

Threw a pinky on my neck, it's lookin' like it's cold water

G-way's down, I'm in the AP with an eight-port

Make them wanna hate more, take risks and break laws

Q just hit my phone, he got a gara side login

I pull up in the Bentley just to get the block poppin'

I don't really have to brag, fifty quid in Asda bags

One Wagen, one Lambo, me and bro was back to back

Shorty said I love the block, I can't even disagree

Rappin', but I miss my tea, whippin' up a sixty-three

Money don't mean shit to me, I ain't even gone clear

Trappin' in my Moncler and I got this thriller on me

No time to get it wrong, give me grab', I get it gone

I ain't got time to waste, V6, private plate

Flyin' for a nine of flake, pointers tryna hide my face

I ain't never turning off, I take it on and work it off

I never took the easy route, cash it through a PDQ

If I told you what I'd done, I swear you won't believe the truth (Keep your mouth shut, though)

Baby girl's impatient, tryna take it off quick

Yeah, I'm still flyin' payments for a gated-off crib

I was lickin' off deets with some BINs that I won't find again

Low E is everything, I can't ever slime my friend

Private plates to private jets, Louis V to hide the stress (LV, LV)

Catch me overseas when I'm tryna get my mind correct

I don't need nobody, studio by myself

Always got fire L, para' when I'm flyin' sails

AMG tire trails, all I know is buy and sell

Louis Vuitton, YSL, shout out to my clientele

Thinkin' I'm a higher scale, blue-face SkyDweller

Cocaine white seller

Eighty grand in jewelry sittin' underneath my Nike sweater

Anywhere I see them ****, pull up and apply pressure