歌词
What's good ****?
I bet some'll fall when this winner spring
I'm saucing, I'm all in these bitches dreams
My money long as a limousine
Blue strips on these hunnids ain't Listerine
I'm good with the flow and I'm good with the mob
How I'm balling, I'm feeling like Mr. Clean
I be lit every step like I'm Billie Jean
If I light up a square, it ain't nicotine
Smith & Wesson turn 'em smithereens
Movie **** like a silver screen
Shootas with me I'm so Dickie V.
Many goofy ****, I ain't gon' Mickey me
I'm a groovy ****, I'm in hippie peace
I mean a piece on my hip, I just sixty to clip
I been lit for a grip, they won't give me the slip
I'ma go back and forth, man these **** a trip
How I slide in the clip how I slide in your bitch
Don't want my **** to tweak like a glitch
Dance with blue faces but I'm not a Crip
I got that green, my bag like a zip
I'm in the game, tryna give me a ring
Warriors hide, **** hate on the team
Yo' bitch be cheating I come in between
Low-key a fan, she might cum in the jeans
All the way solid like concrete, no statue ****
You don't wanna get it cracking
Make me come out my shell, I'm a cashew ****
Yeah, I don't play them games
Up and get to guessin' that's taboo ****
Yeah, it's like the .40 just ain't got no trust
It won't put nothing past you ****
(Uh-huh)
Bret Hart with my shades on
I'm just sitting back like a sharpshooter
I'm an investor, money on the talent
Like Mark Cuban tryna guard Luka
I'm the flyest killa with a TEC and dripping
I'm the definition of a sharpshooter
Bet I drop 'em all
Wet up everybody in ya whip ****, that's carpooling
That mean everybody ride when it's working time
Suits and perfect ties, used to burglarize
See ya still, just like I got burglar eyes
Need a mil', that's a drink, burger, fries
Heavy on the sauce baby
Shout-out to my haters, look what y'all made me
Blitz can get two points, off safety
Street **** baby better cross safely
Ooh, sauce I'm dripping, she see that I'm cooler
Shine like a diamond, I think I'm a jeweler
One in the head but it ain't a tumor
Playing you can get around like a rumor
I know it's real, came far for a loser
**** be watching and drawing conclusions
What's riding 'round, get money like Ubers
I'm spitting crack, shout-out all the consumers
Throw 'em a bone, let my dog bury ya
Don't get left in the dirt
Then I go bag your bitch like a dog carrier
Yeah, get right in her purse
Wipe that look off your face 'fore I make up your mind
Your choice for heads or tails like do or die
Been the chief like I play for U of I
This water get deep and I Megalodon
Two hoes on my D tryna trap me
Before I go deeper than Blackstreet
Run it up with my team like a track meet
Can't let the pussy or haters distract me
Counting bread, getting head in the backseat
Laughing at **** that said they gon' jack me
If they pop, get these Glocks up
'Bout to bust at they face, it ain't acne
Oh he think he the shit, exactly
Gimme head 'cause I rap, she Iraqi
I'm ahead of 'em, lapping 'em actually
I got federal crack on my rap sheet
Trying to fill up the bag, I'm a black sheep
I'm NSYNC with them Boys on the Backstreets
Call up Arkham come poison the trap please
I can't flip with these clowns, that's trapeze
Clowns like It, man these **** be extra
Bowl 'em be shootin', I'm just a director
Hop on the track, get it jumping like Drexler
**** be pussy, I call him Sylvester
In yo' bitch head, call me the Professor
These bitches do what I want like Alexa
Yo' bitch gon' stop what she doin' when I text her
Bitch told my bitch, she fed, I ex'd her
It's clear to see
That I got that light like a greenhouse
And if it's beef
This shit gettin' smoked like a meathouse
Yo' bitch a freak
And I fit yo' doll but no dream house
Dirty as could be
Don't make me go get that mop and come clean house
Bitch I'm independent, fuck your 360
So much spending, I should be dizzy
I'm that fly guy with the Foamposites
And the gum bottom like my feet sticky
Diamonds dancing like they P. Diddy
Ain't a damn thing sweet with me
When this dream chaser catch you **** sleeping
Boy I swear to god it ain't Meek Milly
Gloves off, I beat the beat silly
Hip-Hop is looking weak really
So I'm taking charge like I plead guilty
Taking charge like I'm defending
Foreign car, got a freak with me
That frequently go deep with me
Had to move the bitch, bitch Free Willy
She a lunatic, like free city
Champion like Meek Milly
Fresh Prince but not from West Philly
Stack more, spend less really
**** sad, no ex really
Slide like they don't take cash
Couple shots make 'em lose weight fast
Grindin', I need new brake pads
Made your bitch look like a fake pass
Yeah overseas how I wet a ****
Pulling poppers top like an umbrella ****
No Chase but I tell a ****
You can get change tryna check a ****
Won't be no surprise when you say "Ah"
Stick in your mouth like a check-up ****
Amen when I bless a ****
Tre Pound pinned him like a wrestler ****, uh
Written by: Andrew Rincon, Walter Bradford
