Levels (DnB)

See, it's brackets, ****

Them hoes ain't fuckin' you

'Cause you ain't in that bracket, ****

Learn life, it's levels to this shit, young boy

Ayy, O, you feel me?

Lil' ****, we don't rock the same clothes

Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' ****, we don't drive the same whips

We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' ****, we don't get the same paper

You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit

Lil' ****, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' ****, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!

'Cause it's levels to this shit, levels to this shit

Can't fuck my ho, 'cause it's levels to this bitch

And I be rockin' Prada like a devil in this bitch

And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch

And I'm heavy as it get

Shinin' like a motherfuckin' bezel on my wrist

All my **** mobbin' so we heavy in this bitch

Thirty grand for the Muller, that's a Chevy on my wrist

Woo! Cocaine Mulsanne

Young **** blowin' up; Kurt Cobain—boom!

Skatin' on them like I'm Lil Wayne

And this 458 don't do the lil' lane—vroom!

Swerve on 'em, **** gotta nerve on 'em

'Cause I heard the feds got him and he had them birds on him

But a **** back home and now **** roll with him

Caught a case, what you think? **** fuckin' told on him

I ain't get my shit snatched yet

You ain't get your bitch back yet

One call, **** aim that TEC

Blood drawn, headshot, **** brains on step

Hot shit if you pop shit

And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got shit

We young ****, we winnin', I pull up, drop shit

Mob shit, with more keys than a locksmith

Lil' ****, we don't rock the same clothes

Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' ****, we don't drive the same whips

We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' ****, we don't get the same paper

You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit

Lil' ****, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' ****, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!

Damn, Tommy, you ain't got no job!

DC, we the motherfuckin' mob

Young **** gettin' straight to the money

In a Range with your honey, I pull up, like, "Ahh!"

I make them power moves with Jay and them

Them boys shootin', don't play with them

Maybach, Rozay and them

Rollin' down Collins, call Rugs, hit the A with them

Compound **** live now

If it's the finals I'm ballin' like I'm LeBron now

I call up Onyx and tell them bitches to calm down

I treat the jet like a taxi the way I'm flyin' round

And I don't fuck with no ****

If they don't fuck with my ****

And I ain't fuckin' no bitches, if they fuckin' my ****

Lil' ****, we don't rock the same clothes

Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' ****, we don't drive the same whips

We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' ****, we don't get the same paper

You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit

Lil' ****, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' ****, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!

One time for the real ****

Two times for the bad bitches

Y'all suckas be cuffin' hoes

'Cause y'all suckas never had bitches

I hit the dealer, bought another Rolls

That's the reason why you mad, ****?

That's the reason why you hatin' on me?

I love ballin'—my bad, ****

'Cause it's levels to this shit, levels to this shit

Can't fuck my ho, 'cause it's levels to this bitch

'Cause it's levels to this bitch

And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, hold up!

Lil' ****, we don't rock the same clothes

Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' ****, we don't drive the same whips

We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' ****, we don't get the same paper

You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit

Lil' ****, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' ****, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!